Toy Story Carnage

I’m sure many of you have experienced what I like to call “toy carnage” if you’ve ever been around a child for more than two seconds. It happens in the blink of an eye and it’s never pretty.

Say you just walked into your bedroom to get dressed. When you come back out two minutes later, your kid has dragged the entire contents of their toybox out into the front room and now Legos/Barbies/books/more-Happy-Meal-toys-than-you’d-like-to-admit are covering the floor. Or under the couch. Or behind the tv. Or floating in your glass of water. You don’t know how that kid managed to destroy your home so quickly, but they did.

Every once in a while, the mess is so bad that it looks like the toys acted out a scene from 300. An epic, bloody battle all in the time it took for me to go pee. Disney Princess dolls versus Little People… dollar bin jungle animals against a herd of My Little Pony. There are never any survivors. I should know, since I’m the one-woman clean up crew.

Today was one of those 300 days, except while I was collecting the bodies, I found something out of the ordinary…

…Someone was still standing.

Sort of.

Well played, Buzz.

(I didn’t stage a thing. This scene was brought to you by the chubby little hands of Jack.)

6 thoughts on “Toy Story Carnage

  1. Oh yes, the toy battlefields.

    Although, I have to admit, those are far less disturbing than the failed genetic experiments graveyards. You know the ones, when your kids have taken their toys apart to build “new ones.” Somehow they all end up looking like the creepy frankentoys from that bully kid’s room.

  2. Oh, I know the whole toy carnage thing well. I once left the room to go brush my hair, and came back to find a stuffed Goofy doll face down in a bowl of Cheerios. Rough morning for the Goof.

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