What is your problem, buddy? Seriously, are you stupid or something? You’ve been doing this for a long time. I goggled you dude, and you’ve been around since 1930. So the argument that you didn’t know any better won’t fly.
What kind of sadistic bastard makes babies toys with so many moving parts? I mean c’mon! Forget choking hazard warnings, how about a “Go Under the Couch” warning, hey? How about one of those? My child can’t go three feet without falling to the ground or bouncing off a piece of furniture and you got her running all over house trying to catch a little plastic ball.
What’s the logic there anyway?
You need to let me know, because I can’t figure it out. Explain to me why every toy has to have whistles, bells, lights, popping balls, fluttering butterflies, lasers, tiny little unicorns launching tiny little fireworks and so on and so on. For god sake man, their children, they find snow amazing. Snow doesn’t shout the alphabet at 185 decibels. Put it to rest. It’s even worst when there is bilingual option. If I have to hear vert, juene et blue one more time I’m going to lose my mind. And this sound level option is total bullcrap. There is no difference between low and high level. To all you fellas out there who make toys without an easily accessible on/off switch, there is a special place in hell for you my friend. The last thing I want to hear when I sit on the couch after a hard day is Elmo laughing his ass off.
I understand the need to restrict the access to the batteries, but you’re taking it a little far aren’t you. Those screws are so damn small. And why sink them so deep into the back of the toy. It kills me how the toy is 5 inches wide and you recess the screws 4.5 meters. WTF guy? Sure, she can’t consistently put that 2.5 inch square through the hole, but she might have the mental acuity and the motor skills to get those buggers out. Here’s a tip, the screws need to be able to fit a butter knife, or I’m not trying. My house is like the terminally ill wing for children’s toys. Just a bunch of half lit, slow song, wheezing toys gasping for their last breath as they try to spit that little green, red and yellow ball out of their orifice, bounce of the rim of that sickeningly small catch net and then under my couch. There’s a benchmark for you to go by, the toy does not need a vacuum.
And another thing…
If it has a sharp corner…DO NOT MAKE IT. I’m going to step on it. Most likely late at night on my way to the bathroom. You trying to kill me? What kind of person warns us about choking hazard and then makes little tiny pyramids. Do you know what a little tiny pyramid is at three in the morning? A tack.
I hate you!
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