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Wipes Trump Musical Dog

About a month ago, I was shopping at Aldi's because I enjoy being frugal.  In the wonderful-random-crap-they-have-on-sale section, I saw a little toy dog thing.  You press different parts of his body and he lights up, sings, and entertains.  I showed it to Haley and she was pretty enthusiastic about it.  At that point, I opted not to purchase it for her, because I'm cheap and don't like buying things for my kid.  

A couple weeks later, I saw the same dog thing at Aldi's again.  I decided, for $15 it would make a fun little gift for Haley.  After all, she is getting older and enjoys stuff like that.  I get it home and take the thing out of the package (which took me much longer than it should have).  I was going to wait until Christmas to give it to her, but it looked pretty complicated to wrap.  So anyway, she immediately puts the dog in her mouth.  And that's about it.  The enthusiasm I saw in the store had vanished.  She tricked me.  

And now, a week after buying the dog, she hardly ever seems interested in it.  Do you know what my kid has been playing with for almost and hour now on the floor?  A package of wipes.  They aren't even the good wipes.  Just the parents choice ones you buy in bulk.  Cheap, boring wipes.  They don't light up.  They don't sing.  They don't teach you anything about shapes, numbers and colors.  They are used, to literally wipe her dirty bum and that's all.  But today, they are the best. toy. ever.  

Do you know what else she loves.  Diapers.  Clean ones of course-I'm not that bad of a mother.  But she loves playing with diapers.  

I'm starting to rethink what I bought her for Christmas.  

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