Gifts that terrify parents

Earlier today a delightful friend popped into our home for a cup of tea and to see the kids. 

Yip. School holidays again. 

Don't get me wrong, I love nothing more than spending time with my trio - especially cuddling watching a movie; that's my best, lying next to those warm and snugly little bodies.

However trying to work from home while the boys wrestle around the place and having my two-year-old makeup obsessed daughter trying to do my makeup all the while trying to reply to a mountain of emails is a little more challenging. Walking around with bad 80s makeup doesn't faze me whatsoever ;)

Anyway back to our visitor: bless her! She arrived with a bag of treasure for Lula; a bag full of 10 000 glitter shards, tiny sequins and beads. 

Lula's little face beamed as she looked into the gift bag. It’s her love language for sure; she shares her mother’s magpie tendencies. 

In no time the glitter was all over the lounge floor - and it went from there upstairs and into her room. 

I went and sat on the floor and helped her collect her scattered joy and gently persuaded her to keep the bigger beads in her handbag, and I'd “look after” the rest. 

They are now above the fridge with the other terrifying gifts that range from bubbles (which they either drink or spill) play dough (which they either eat or smear onto couches and floors) and finger paint (I won't go there). All these are great - but require close parental supervision. 

Has your kid been given a gift that turns you weak?