MyThreeDaughters

There it is, a seemingly innocuous plastic flute. I think Aunt A gave it to one of them in one of her ever-popular Dollar Tree El Cheapo Cornucopia Christmas gifts.
Extremely popular immediately. Kids started playing and kept playing and playing and very soon there was the scene out of “The Grinch” where the Grinch was imagining the kids below playing their woozles and kerfloozles and scrunching his face up, but now it was Aunt A saying, in a really high pitched voice, “Hey, see those holes on it? If you cover them up, it plays more than one note!”
The seemingly innocuous flute has now been around for nine months, and I keep hearing it and finding it in the middle of the floor at night. I know it cost one dollar (precisely, when is Dollar Tree, of Chesapeake, Va., going to step up and advertise in this space?). I’ve cordoned it off on the kitchen counter, for rapid and un-sighted disposal, but I know it’ll sit in the landfill for a bajillion years, what with the chemicals the Chinese factory workers used to coat it.
(Oh man, there went Dollar Tree, I guess.)
Donate it? You really think a poor single parent needs that racket?
I guess it’s got to go. Trash stash time again. Long as I get it under the coffee grounds, that’ll keep prying hands from discovering it.