A few weeks ago, Mommy Little People was missing. We looked everywhere, she wouldn’t turn up. Finally, I discovered her lodged in our ball popper. It took quite a bit of mechanical work to get Mommy Little People back out of the ball popper. My husband had to use a screwdriver to dismantle the whole thing and still had trouble getting Mommy out.
This wasn’t the first time I found a Little People lodged in the ball popper, but it was the first time we couldn’t get the thing out without tools. I made an announcement.
“If you ever put another Little People in the ball popper, the ball popper is going in the basement. I don’t care how much you like the ball popper, but your Little People don’t go in it.”
Because you know if we weren’t able to get a Little People family member out, tears would be shed.
Well, this week Daddy Little People was missing. Guess where we found him?
Daddy and the ball popper almost didn’t make it without the help of a sledge hammer. Both survived, but it was close.
Goodbye, ball popper. You were fun and annoying, but not worth the headache until we have an actual baby to play with you again.