Why Rainbow Looms Are the New Black
My daughter comes running into my bedroom at 7:30 on Saturday morning. "Mom! Mom! I need my allowance!"
"OK. For what?" I ask.
"I need $3 to keep my fish alive!"
"We don't have fish," I inform her.
"They're in my virtual fish tank!" she half yells, the subtext being "Duh!"
"Wait. Hold on. You need REAL money to keep your fake fish alive?" I ask in that pesky way that parents have of needing clarification on the obvious.
"Yes!" And I only have two minutes so you have to HURRY!"
My mind flash forwarded to twenty years in the future, my daughter somewhere in Vegas rolling the dice with the title to her house on the line.
Needless to say, her fake fish fake died.
In addition to having the tween equivalent of a burgeoning gambling problem, my daughter is also obsessed with Rainbow Loom. I have Rainbow Loom bracelets. I have Rainbow Loom necklaces. For my birthday this past week she presented me with a pair of soleless Rainbow Loom sandals. Perfect for October in the Northeast.
Some parents complain about their kids' Rainbow Loom habit. They get annoyed with all the little rubber bands between car seats and sofa cushions. Not me. I say, "Viva la Rainbow Loom!"
In this age of apps holding fake fish for ransom unless a kid hands over their hard earned chore money (earned, ironically, by feeding her real dog), a toy that lets her create something tangible with her two hands is a breath of fresh air. I'm holding out hope that this will lead to a love of knitting or crochet. Either that or it's going to be a cold and sweaty winter in the rubber sweater I get for Christmas.