I don't mean to sound ungrateful, and please don't hate me but what is it with grown ups trying to make me play with all this plastic tat?
I mean, all I really wanted was the wrapping paper tube but nooooo, I'm expected to brum this bloody digger round the living room and pretend to be grateful. If mommy loves the stupid trampoline so much then why isn't she jumping on it?! Also, what's with these wooden blocks? Has my auntie turned into some sort of lentil weaving hippy or something?!
I wish I could exchange them all and just buy alllll the boxes.