I have a friend who is such a wise mother. You know that mother that always knows weird stuff that you've never heard of but you should know. Like... ummm... I don't know, Disney brand underwear falls apart, don't buy it. Straight up oracular! It might be the no. 1 thing that draws me to her in friendship.
More than 2 years ago she asked me if Coop needed anything (she was shopping for his birthday present). Of course he didn't need anything (this is also the same mother that gave us so many hand-me-downs that I haven't purchased clothes for either of my boys in about 428 days). So she asked if there were any toys that I absolutely didn't allow in my house. At this point I was not wanting to let on that I lacked the mother astuteness that she obviously had and I said something like, "Ummm, nope we're pretty laid back. I allow almost anything."
Then we bought Moon Sand.
Moon Sand is a mess. It doesn't get to come in the house. And you know what I learned about it yesterday? If you leave any specs of it behind (outdoors on the patio in 98 degree weather) it melts into a gelatinous mess of grease and day-glo color. It's almost as aggravating as the slimy, silver "web" included with some Spiderman action figures. That is like a science project gone wrong.
Long story longer, NOW I get it.