So ive just watched one of my kids fiddle with her wooden block things, procceed to drop one in her funpod thing, look at me with the silliest expression, and purpsly drops another 4 or so. What the hell even are kids…
We used to have what we called "the arm of Nelson Poynter" hanging down from the ceiling in the newsroom, dangling above the Funpod. Once we taped a newspaper to the hand and said he was delivering the news from heaven.