While we were having breakfast she was playing with her SpongeBob Krusty Krab Kit that BW bought yesterday and somehow it got mentioned that it was “crap from China” as I call it.
I mean, take a look at this crap:
We do not need this in the house. This is a novelty toy. It will be the toy of the week and then never touched again. Take for example, the vet set we had to have. I haven’t seen the vet set all together in the same place for like, forever.
There may be a few pieces left here and there but if I were the vet set I would be very afraid because I’ve slowly been donating the vet set.
Anyway, made in China:
This brought us to an entire conversation on where stuff was made and so we rhymed off the usual sources for all our crap: Vietman, China, Cambodia…
The next thing you know the child is running around inspecting tags of all the things. Her shoes? China, of course. Her nightgown she was wearing? Cambodia
The computer I am typing on is 100 percent made in China. Keyboard and mouse too.
Despite what the current administration wants, made in the USA never made into the conversation this morning. We did tell her that before China there was JAPAN and they kicked out butts with prices and quality.
We try not to get her a lot of crap and she’s most happy with crayons (made in the USA) and paper (and from my quick research also comes mostly from the USA) so she’s actually mostly using stuff made in the USA on the regular.
Then she got back on her definitely made in China tablet and totally forgot our conversation because she’s six.
Today was a good day for her. She got up late and slept well and had a blast at the birthday party she went to where she rode in a go-cart and played mini golf.
The go-cart was definitely the hit of the day and I got told about it at least 3 different occasions. I remember go-carting being a big thing when I was a kid so I doubt much has changed.
We ended the afternoon with the swim in the pool where we learned that the temperature had dropped from the heatwave but I was a good sport and hopped in regardless. brrrr!
The pool is starting to become my favorite place. Go figure. I think it has something to do with the company I keep.
Until next time,
TH and Co.
I am VERY familiar with these toys- in my house we call them "garbage toys." I've spoken to my kids extensively about the short-lived nature of their interest in these toys and the fact that they will most likely end up in a landfill or a whale's belly. My 8-year-old is just finally starting to get it to the point where it factors into her decision making. Even so, she still is a sucker for any plastic toy that's wrapped up in plastic in the form of a "surprise" (like those LOLZ balls they sell in Walgreens). Ugh!