Sunday, November 27, 2011

We can't be the only ones that see the resemblance.

Olivia has been carrying around this Fisher Price toy booklet that we got in the mail and pointing out all of the things that Santa is going to bring to her.

I NEED MINNIE MOUSE!
(Actually, she was chatting Santa up about the tree behind them and totally forgot to ask for Minnie.  After she came back to us, she yelled over, "I NEED MINNIE!")

There is a picture in that book that she doesn't like.  In fact, she keeps pointing at it and saying, "Dis one scare me."  This is da one dat scare her:

Minnie Sing a Ma Jig?
Or Magical BJ Minnie?
I can't say that I blame her.  That thing screams Lonely Night At Home With A Dirty Minded Man.  You cannot sit there with a straight face and tell me that these Sing a Ma Jigs don't look a lot like this:

GAH!  Disney has to be in on everything!
Nothing is sacred!
I keep asking her if she wants that Minnie for Christmas and she is all horrified and is like, "NOOOO!"  hahahahahahahaha!


25 comments:

Mrs. Higrens said...

Great, thanks. Now I'm not going to be able to look at OUR singamajig with a straight face ever again, especially as it sings "Iiiiiii loooooove youuuuuu."

jadine said...

Holy doodle. That thing's pretty awful. I want one.

Laura said...

hahaha, I won't let my girls play with those things cause I think they look like blow up dolls! also, I won't let them use those soothie pacis because I call them "Asshole pacis" because they look like an asshole... or a blow up doll. :)

Jenn and Casey said...

It's like a car accident that I can't look away from.

clearness said...

I'm pretty sure if I had boy parts I'd want a big enough sing a ma jig to ...ya know....test try.

Beth said...

Bahahahaha that is FABulous!

Just the Tip said...

lol, you should SO get her one, and when she's bad say I'm going to go get the minnie mouse out!!

EPIC.

My kid thinks santa and christmas tress are going to "bite" her, atleast the minnie dog is creepy!

Molly said...

It looks like minnie should go hang out with Muno from Yo Gabba Gabba, that dude is NOT right.

Clair said...

Dat one scare me too!!

Brooke said...

I saw a display of these at Walgreens and it made me feel dirty but I couldn't quite figure out what my problem was... (and I didn't want to ask someone else!). I don't blame Olivia for being scared!

MrsMax said...

Those teeth will bite, not sayin' how I know but trust me. Minnie will bite you

SherilinR said...

you know some little boys with little weinies will be getting bitten by minnie & scarred for life. though, maybe that minnie is doing a favor to all the future women of the world by making boys scared of bj's. maybe disney's on to something here...

Heather said...

LOL! I completely agree! Those singing toys do remind me of exactly what you said. Too funny!

Wiz said...

Hahah! So fuuny! Ok, you cant really be an accountant?? And I can ask because I am one too!

sheilah said...

That is exactly what I thought when I saw that picture. It is a Happy Mickey doll.

I am a filthy-minded person and should be ashamed.

Momma Kelli said...

You are not the only one. Ugh.

iamstacey said...

bwahahaha! I love it!
and who designed that thing? Probably the same guy that drew the castle in the Little Mermaid with a tower that looks like a penis. Disney peeps are pervs.

CAM said...

I definitely see her as Magical BJ Minnie. No wonder Olivia is horrified!!

Megan said...

Just stumbled across your blog last night and all I can say is thank you. I nearly got shunned out of our playgroup after calling the singamajig doll my in-laws gave my daughter for her 1st birthday a b*** job doll. C'mon people! That is exactly what it looks like. Don't pretend you don't see it, too.

Thanks for being real.

THE SARCASM GODDESS said...

That scares the shit out of me too. I saw a doll like that, not Minnie, but one with a similar perverted mouth, in Target and picked it up and started saying all kinds of inappropriate things to my husband. I'm not allowed in Target anymore.

Courtney said...

I just read a blog about how it feels to be a mother, and thought of my own son, and then thought about you and Ainsley (and wept a bit). I so hope she comes home soon (if she hasn't already) and that you can have all the precious moments with her this holiday that you've been looking forward to all year long! Merry Christmas!

Wiley said...

I agree with calling it real!

Any updates?

Tasha said...

Now I know Christmas has driven you to the crazy house and I need details LOL

Christine said...

Please tell me you've found a publicist and will be putting together your memoir for all to enjoy. You are friggin hilarious.
Thanks for always making my day a little lighter! :)

Arachnomama said...

When my son was 2 or 3, he received a pair of Sing-a-Majigs as a gift. Even at that age, he knew something was off about them. He named them after their colors, Orange and Blue. And he would frequently ask us "Where Orange and Blue?" We thought at first, that this meant that he liked them. We were a little unnerved by them, but chalked it up to their mouths being sort of anus shaped. We soon realized that his asking "Where Orange and Blue?" was not a request to play with them, but to reassure himself that they were indeed NOT in the room, lurking somewhere. Once we realized he was afraid of them, we decided to be adult about it and rationalize away our fears because after all, they were just toys, we were all being silly, and it really *was* a clever idea to make toys that harmonized with each other. So my husband and I started to play with them more often with each other, and made a big production out of laughing and having a grand old time while we made them sing. Soon, he came around and played with them too. All was right with the world. So, I made the mistake of telling the relative that bought him the first pair, that he really liked them now. They were cheap out where she lived and she was more than happy to take him to the store and buy him five more. This batch was a little different than the first. There was one, which he quickly named Yellow (for obvious reasons) that had an extremely deep voice. He was the Morgan Freeman of Sing-a-Majigs. The baritone. For a while, the group of 7 would just lay around the living room like all the other toys. They would get play sometimes, my kid would swap their little shirts between them. Then one day, he started responding to someone in the room. Except there was only me and my husband in the room. And he wasn't talking to us. Now, he didn't talk much back then. He had speech therapy because he only had one or two words. But he was talking to something. We started to hear him say "Okay, Yellow. I'm sorry Yellow." And then he said "Mommy, say sorry to Yellow," and he went over and piled a bunch of stuff on top of Yellow and flipped him over so he couldn't see his face anymore. (I damn sure said sorry to Yellow.) And even my husband, who believes in nothing but science and numbers, looked very very creeped out. After my son went to bed, I piled all the Sing-a-Majigs into a box and shoved it under the chair and went to bed. About 15 minutes later I realized I couldn't sleep because I knew Yellow was pissed about being shoved in a box and they were going to bust out and kill me. So I got out of bed and put the box outside in the big trash can with the lid and locked the door. He did ask about them from time to time, but I've never seen a kid look more relieved than he did when I told him they were all gone. Forever.