I’d like to tell you how I spent almost two hours of my hard-earned weekend, but first I have a question for you:
Do you know the meaning of the word “some?” It seems to me that the answer is no. Because otherwise, you would never have dared use the phrase "Some assembly required."on the outside of your delightful box. That was not some assembly, you a-holes. Perhaps it would be considered some assembly to a mechanic. Or an engineer. Or NASA.
For someone like me? It was your-cup-of-coffee-will-be-ice-cold-before-you’re-done assembly. It was cancel-the-rest-of-your-plans-for-the-day assembly. It was question-the-validity-of-your-college-degree assembly. It was not-enough-steroids-in-the-world-for-that-kind-of-strength assembly. It was call-in-reinforcements assembly. It was tell-reinforcements-to-go-back-into-the-basement-before-you-hit-them-repeatedly-in-the-head-with-a-toy-steering-wheel assembly. But, I would certainly not describe it as “some” assembly required.
In fact, if I were you, I would remove that word from the outside of your boxes where it seems to exist solely to mock the idiots like me who CLEARLY think that it should (at the very least) say “A LOT” of assembly required. (Though, I can tell you the boxes at the Walmart by my house have been destroyed fixed already.)
I don’t know if you realize this – but your toys are marketed for small children. Small children who lack the fine motor skills and executive functioning required to put such a toy together. Small children who will need their parents to do the some assembly required to play with these toys. Parents who have small children.
Can I ask you a serious question? Have you ever met a small child? They’re not exactly spilling over with patience. The minute my toddler saw the brightly colored blobs of plastic I was supposed to form together and make a car, it was all over. I removed my child from the makings of the toy approximately 765 times during the “some assembly required” process. And that was in the first 10 minutes. All of which was spent opening up packages of tiny screws and nuts and bolts and brackets and areyoufreakingkiddingmewhatthehellisthis? I do not have the strength nor the time to wrangle a kid, make sure he doesn’t swallow any of your tiny little parts, put together a car using freaking power tools, and make sure that one or both of us does not get hurt.
I believe if you continue to sell your product with as many small parts and steps in your helpful instruction manual, you also need to include in every package a certificate for a free nanny service. You may also want to figure out how to have an emergency medical service on stand-by in case mommy drills a screw through her hand. And a bottle of wine. Because it was Sunday morning and I was NOT above getting drunk after that experience.
Stop smiling at me, you bastard.
You'll be happy to know, the car is now fully assembled and it has brought hours of delight to my little boy.
Now if you could only send me the directions to re-assemble my sanity.
The New Mom on the Blog
*Name of toy manufacturer changed to protect the “innocent.”
I'm a 20-something new member of that elite society known as Motherhood. I can't promise that you'll agree with everything I say on here. Shoot, I might even OFFEND some people with the things I have to say. And that's okay. Start a blog about how much you disagree with me. I'll probably read it.