Ripped off from another forum I hang out on;....
OCD runs in my wife’s family, mostly concerned with cleaning. And more cleaning. My mother in law was noted for hand scrubbing a floor 4-5 times or until she ran out of soap. My wife has a touch of it, and her younger brother’s daughter got a dose as well. My brother in law is a tech guy, and never saw a gadgety toy he didn’t fall in love with for our son. You know, the kind of toys that require two adults to help the kid play with them.
When my BIL’s daughter was about 3, she asked us for a vacuum cleaner for Christmas. So my wife went online and found a child’s vacuum cleaner- pink with purple flowers (very important, that) with all the little hoses and tools, rather like an older Electrolux tank vac. It took 4 D cells and was about as powerful as a Dustbuster. It came in a huge box 3’x2’x2’ but we figured whatever, wrapped it and mailed it up to New England.
Christmas morning we got a call from my brother in law. “Thank you so much for the vacuum cleaner. Were you aware that it came with toy dirt?” Apparently the box held a bag with about a bushel of styrofoam BBs. What does the very excited 3year old do? Rip open the bag and …jump in the pile. She was wearing flannel pajamas and has very curly red hair…. This was winter in New England. It’s bone dry. Can you say- static cling?
My wife was holding the phone out on speaker …”My house is covered with styrofoam. It’s sticking to my walls, my furniture, my rugs. My kid is covered with styrofoam…”
We went up a few days later. I got out of the van and got a handshake and a hug, my son got a big hug. My wife got a glare- “Do you remember the ant farm I had as a kid? ( The ants got out and infested their house) I’m buying your kid a cockroach ranch”
The styrofoam BBs were still all over their house…