Of all the things that annoy me about Dora and Diego (believe me, I could write several posts on that topic alone), a really random one keeps cropping up: my boys have developed a propensity for the phrase “sticky tape.”
“Mom, I need some sticky tape!”
Every time I hear that, I mutter, “As opposed to the non-sticky tape?”
Yes, I’m aware there are different types of tape, but really, when kids are involved? It’s scotch or masking tape and they both stick.
Since we’re on the subject of tape, last week I was searching through my junk drawer for my Club Nouveau tape (long story) when I ran across several completely awesome objects of interest.
Items three through fourteen:
Seriously y’all, I just don’t understand why I wasn’t more popular in Jr. High.