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Respect the sticker!
My children, they do not respect the sticker. Remember getting the coveted sticker and agonizing over where to place it? You didn’t just put it on a piece of paper that might get accidentally tossed in the garbage. NO! You sat and pondered for HOURS where you were going to place this single, solitary sticker.
My kids can go through a sticker book in ten minutes flat.
Nowadays stickers are like Band-Aids: Cheap, easy to mail, and sticky; the latter being the most obvious. Band-Aids used to be special and only handed out when death was imminent. Now? Band-Aids for scrapes come in Sponge Bob Square Pants and decorate my kids’ knees like a trendy purse.
God I hate Sponge Bob and his annoying side-kick and his ability to make my children scream with enthusiasm until they get one of his teeny, tiny, fucking Band-Aids.
Stickers (and Band-Aids while I’m ranting) are like Manna from Oma. The children come home on various days to find a package in the mail with one of those “THREE HUNDRED MILLION BILLION STICKERS FOR YOU!” books. You know the ones that occupy the kids ALMOST long enough to get the dishes done but not long enough to make dinner? Those. And they tear through them like animals with raw meat. “BALERINA! I WILL PUT HER ON THE TABLE! I WILL PUT ONE ON THE SOFA! I WILL PUT ONE ON MOM’S COMPUTER SCREEN!” and on and on and on until we find stickers coming out of our asses, or theirs, three days later.
I can tell I’m getting older as I look at my children and have a back-log of stories. “I remember when….” They don’t appreciate, or even comprehend, the value of The Sticker. They can’t. The Sticker appears en mass and will continue to do so as long as there are sales at Borders when Oma goes shopping. And I suppose I’m ok with that. For now. Because sometimes you have to pick your battles and right now I’m winning, “Eat what I make for you or starve to death.”
Which reminds me, thank you, Oma, for the sticker book. I was able to poop in private for the first time since 2004, so the gift is really mine.
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How am I just now finding your blog? Hilarious… mostly because I feel your pain. Definitely subscribing.
Seriously! I think I get more excited about Sophia’s stickers than she does. I grew up with sticker deprivation, she gets reams of them handed to her any time she asks sweetly at Trader Joes or Whole Foods!
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My kids get 4 or 5 every time at Trader Joe’s then they’re already stuck and gone by the time I’m done loading them and the groceries in the car. I agree, too easy to have a million around.
Oh, we have spongebob and Curious George band-aids and they have to go on each and every scrape. Used to be No Blood, No Band-aid. Not anymore. ha!
Ahh…the sticker. I can’t believe kids don’t respect the sticker in this day and age. What has the world come to? I coveted my sticker book. Each sticker wasn’t just slapped in a book. They were strategically placed for optimum viewing and smell. They were categorized by type, color and scratch & sniff smell. Ah, the memories. Thanks for taking me back.
You are very welcome and so happy I could help with the plumbing too.
Glad you’re back, Flinger. Missed ya. Now you just have to get yer ass back to boot camp! Thursday?
I remember having a special sticker book that I MADE just to hold my stickers as a kid. Embarrassment of (sticker) riches at the Flinger household!
Oh, the days of smuggling your stickerbook in your backpack, setting up a look-out by the mudroom door at recess and negotiating the delicate trades of a holographic rainbow for a puffy, google-eyed puppy! Or opening package after package of collector stickers after carefully calculating the mileage of one week’s allowance…. Sigh. Oh, for days gone by! [Wipes nostalgic tear from her eye]
Crayons. Nowadays, a crayon breaks and they THROW IT AWAY! Gah! When we were kids, that meant you had two crayons. And you pulled the paper off. And sharpen them with the built-in sharpener (if you were lucky). Kids these days…. Hmpf.