When news of the Silly Bandz craze hit our area of the country, I figured I was getting out of this particular fad. I mean, bracelets? My boys wear pink (with pride, mind you) and purple (see also) and the occasional super hero necklace, but… bracelets?
If it had been a return of slap bracelets, I would have figured that the fad would infect my household. By the way? Back in my day? Slap bracelets were never banned from school. And they were just as big of a fad. And they were noisy. And, oh my gosh, they hurt. Especially when the metal broke through the foil wrapping on some of them. Silly Bandz don’t cause bloodshed unless a brawl breaks out on the playground over who gets the last turtle. Banning Silly Bandz? Gimme a break.
In my mind, Silly Bandz were the equivalent of 1980’s rubber and bangle bracelets. Mostly for girls with a few outlying hipsters taking up the trend.
Boy, was I wrong.
It all started when Mandy gave them some Buzz, Woody and rocket shaped ones when we all went to see Toy Story 3. They were hooked. There were my boys, arguing over who got the blue Buzz and who had to deal with the green Buzz. Then blue Buzz got broken despite my repeated warnings that they would break. I thought maybe, just maybe, we’d get away with not buying anymore.
And then someone had to go and put a whole baggie full in BigBrother’s backpack. And then I found more Toy Story ones. And then Mandy found me a few firefighter ones (more on those next week). And then the boys saw that their cousins, male and female, young and old, were also sporting them at camp. And now they’re ALL OVER MY HOUSE.
It was a bit annoying at first as LittleBrother struggled to get his hands in them, thus having to whine at me to replace them each and every time he decided to take them off, put a new one on or simply switch hands. He’s figured it out, and the whining has stopped. Unless one brother is wearing one that the other wants. Or they fight over them and Mean Mommy takes them and puts them on her own wrist. Or I snap their wrists with them because it’s funny.
So, yes, we are yet another household that has been taken over by little rubber bracelets in shapes of everything from lungs to fictional characters to fire trucks to words. My favorite is a turquoise colored electric guitar. BigBrother obviously loves blue Buzz, since replaced. LittleBrother likes his turtle and Hamm. FireDad thinks we’re all insane.
Just don’t try to take his Silly Bandz and everyone gets to live.