I’ve bought lots of stupid things in my life but the one thing that keeps rearing it’s ugly head-putty. Like the kind of putty that my kids always want. The putty that smells like cotton candy or has glitter in it or some gimmicky thing to make my children so intrigued that they have to beg me to buy the ten dollar two ounce can of sludge.
It’s sticky, disgusting and one you’ve opened it and rolled it around it gets lint and dirt trapped in it. Then you have lint and dirt putty.
When it gets stuck in carpet, forget about it. There is still putty stuck in carpet in our house in Kentucky that originated ten years ago.
Yet, even at ages eleven and thirteen, my kids are drawn to this stuff. It’s like a child magnet at every gift shop in the continental United States. This magnet sucks every kid to it and also implants an automatic response, “Ooh, I love this. It won’t go in the carpet-this time. Can I have it, pleeeaaase??”
Nope. Today I’m drawing the line at putty. We are doing a few touristy things with my parents today and inevitably there will be a gift shop. In that gift shop, there will be putty. Today will be a day of boundaries. Today I will not buy stupid things like putty.