I knew this whole silly bandz insanity was serious business when my daughter lost one in the pool and acted like someone had just cut off her arm.
Thankfully, I discovered that silly bandz do, in fact, float (eat your heart out, Mythbusters!), and after scouring the entire pool for a 20 cent light pink rubber band shaped like a fairy, all was again right with the world.
Oh the things you will do for your children.
Now I wasn't actually aware that this was a national craze until a few days ago when I decided that we'd give them out as the party favors for my daughter's in-school summer birthday party celebration.
Yes, we must not forget to throw the all important school party for those poor children whose parents decided to do it in September or October and screw them out of a birthday celebration. Seriously, that's why I LOVE the damn July birthday. No party at some jumping palace of germs and doom with 30 school friends required.
But alas, I signed up for "prizes" and figured that because my daughter comes home with a new silly band almost every single day, they'd make a better prize than the bags of sugar or kazoos.
So silly bandz it was.
Mommy is brilliant! Mommy is the coolest! Mommy has no freaking clue what she just got herself into because silly bandz are a national craze and no one seems to actually be able to keep them in stock!
Well, except for suburban Atlanta, who has several stores, including two that start with "Wal" (ahem) and by 10am yesterday morning, we were fully stocked with 100 knock-off silly bandz. Or "character" bandz. Yeah, whatever. They're bright rubber bands shaped like dinosaurs and cars. I'm not doing some silicone sniff test and color analysis to make sure they are the real damn thing.
I have to say that I was a little disappointed that they were so easy to find because I was ready to knock some little bitches down for those things. Or at least pay out the nose for a bag of rubber bands.
On sale? 2 packs for $5? WTF!
Lord knows I'm willing to fight for the right to support my daughter's participation in a ridiculous trend. Well, so long as I don't get any more holes in my distressed light wash jeans and stains on my maternity romper.