What kind of psychopath.....

[HeyAssbutt]

Lighthearted

Puts whistles in a party bag?! Whistles!!!! Party of 4 year olds and you could see every parent there getting the same expression when their dcs were given their party bags and they pulled out a whistle. Well that's just great, I now have to spend the afternoon listening to them blowing that fucking thing until I can think of a creative way for it to disappear. Aibu to think that's just evil!

Any other 'brilliant' party bag gifts?

Face paint kits. RIP my fabric sofa!

Urgh I hate whistles!

The only thing worse is glitter - you’ll find it everywhere for the next 10 years.

I'm glad I haven't endured either of those yet. But there's still time!

Shoot em
No jury would convict you.
Self defence
Justifiable homicide at most

I see your whistles and raise you those little pots of slime

Just start dreaming up what you can get for their children's birthdays... A drumkit? A kiddies trombone? A child's violin...?

Reminds me of the time my brother bought one of my kids a toy ice cream truck for Christmas.
Annoying tinny music and a voice yelling, icecream!, in high pitched squeal on a loop.
15 years later I can still hear it.
Like nails on a chalk board it was

Me. I used to put whistles in

No saucery! How could you?!

Last party dd went to we got kazoos. Dear lord. Managed to lose that in record time. Dd still asks me where it is

A belated extra birthday present of a mouth organ and a drum - so good for manual dexterity and co-ordination to play both of them at the same time.

Not. Even. Sorry. 😈
Had enough reciprocal whistles, chalk, those sticky things that you throw at walls that get covered in disgusting fluff and bloody leaking bottles of bubble mixture. It was Payback Time.

I cleared out a neglected kitchen drawer last year. 5 harmonicas! 3 plastic ones and 2 real ones. I have no remorse for the odd party bag whistle.

Probably the same kind of psychopath who puts glitter / sequins inside a party invitation in a sealed envelope.

I opened one of those at work back in February and I'm still finding glittery shite everywhere

This kind of psychopath!

I'm currently in charge of sourcing prizes for a kiddies' lucky dip at a charity event. Yesterday I had a conversation with 3 other volunteers and we came to the conclusion that whistles are an essential. There has to be at least 5% of prizes that are noisy and drive parents insane for the rest of the day.

This reminds me of when I taught Y3 a few years back, and gave every child one of those things you blow and a paper thing whizzes out. I didn;t realise they were so loud, and at hometime, loads of the parents were wearing very grim expressions

I gave harmonicas once 😎 .They we’re very popular with the kids , however .......

I don't mind whistles, my kids know they are are not allowed to use them in the car when I am driving or I bin them.
I have a lot to say against slime

This was very wrong if me I know, but there was a group of mums at nursery who sneered at everything I did. They were really awful to me. Their kids got whistles, felt tip pens and glitter. Everyone else's kids got stickers, stretchy men, colouring pencils and generally non-messy/annoying stuff.

I'm currently at a kids birthday party and the party bags have just been taken our, dreading what's in them

My parents celebrated their golden wedding anniversary a couple of years ago. They had a quite formal sit down lunch with a lot of their friends. My DS was there with us aged about 4 at the time, along with his 2 cousins aged 3 and 7. My dad bought each of them a gift to keep them occupied during the lunch. What were the gifts? A recorder each......yep, nice relaxing lunch that was. You can just imagine when they were trying to do the speeches. I don’t know what my Dad had been thinking !!

I've got dds party in a few weeks. Should I be kind or evil? Hmmm....

Bouncy balls to choke on

Before I had kids I bought my nephews what I thought was the ideal present - two light sabres that made seven different noises and flashed loads of strobe-y colours. On Boxing Day without a trace of irony my lovely S-i-L asked me: 'Do you really actually hate me?'

Now i have two boys I remember that and shiver.

Oh I see your whistles and I raise you kazoo lips.

Kazoo, fucking lips.

Also one lovely, hippy type mum gave out hand crafted from a tree in their garden birdwhistles.

The type you put fucking water in. Oh yes. Managed to be worthy and annoying at the same time. 😳

I don’t mind a whistle. Might bring back happy memories of Faliraki ‘04 if blown correctly.

Haribo for under 4s though... for me that has “child risk” written all over it.