I'm pretty sure that if the safety rules we impose over the toys our kids play with were imposed on the toys we played with when we were little, we would have been playing with nothing but rocks. Wait. Scratch that. Not rocks. They're, you know, hard. Uh, cotton balls! Yeah. Nice, soft cotton balls. Wait, they're chokable aren't they? Never mind the cotton balls. What about ... uh ... blocks of wood? (splinters. nope.) Um...what, then?
Well, Kelly remembers the evil, dangerous toys we all had. It's a wonder any of us are still alive, having survived BB guns, Easy Bake ovens (I had a jewelry maker that melted plastic. Tell me THAT thing was safe), and the heartbreak of Sea Monkeys.
Go read her piece over at The Poop. She's funnier than me. Go on. Go!