Every household has at least one…that toy that you despise with the heat of 10,000 suns. Polly Pocket holds the top spot at my crib. My daughter’s godmother gifted her the Polly Pocket Pollyworld House this past Christmas. Now, I had heard of Polly Pocket but did not really know
who she was or how she rolled until she and her world of plastic moved in.
Polly Pocket does not travel light. She crams 3 condos worth of furniture and accessories into her tee-nine-cy open face home. She
might be a hoarder. Practically every accoutrement is a choking hazard for my 2-year-old son as most items are about the size of a green pea. Simply walking by Polly’s place causes enough air to knock over most of the crap in the house so it’s always a disheveled mess of a choking hazard. 
As soon as Polly moved into the ‘hood’, the Barbies had a fit. They looked over from their mansion with the there-goes-the-neighborhood-eye-rolling, as the value of their “Tara-esque” digs plummeted with Polly planted next door. The kind of lifestyle that Polly leads is questionable at best. What is up with the slide that goes from the bedroom to the living room? This prompted my daughter to declare “Mommy, when I grow up I want a slide in my bedroom”.
Polly needs to get her wage on and find a j-o-b. Every day is a party at Polly’s with a living room complete with a swing and a big screen TV/DVD/stereo combo unit that I’m certain can be seen and heard from down the block. Polly has a small closet with a bunch of empty hangers because she wears the same outfit everyday; a swimsuit and a mini-skirt that barely covers her behind. You can usually find Polly on her rooftop, lounging off her hangover with a hair-of-the-dog cocktail and singing “Don’t stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, Imma fight ’til we see the sunlight. Tick tock, on the clock but the party don’t stop…”
Polly is not long for this world. I don’t have the heart to hand her and her Pollyworld down to friends so her fate may simply be the recycle bin. Do you feel me, Smarties? What toy in your house is about to get its eviction notice?
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Susan, I needed that laugh and I feel your pain! Polly’s days are numbered here too, along with zu zu pet princess complete with castle and my son’s custom assembly cars that come in 10K pieces! Here’s hoping we get “back to Barbie” stat!
The Littlest Pet Shop, with their teeny, tiny animals and of their itsy, bitsy, teeny, tiny treats, play toys and beds. I am pretty sure I still have a tiny tuna can embedded in my foot…
I COMPLETELY agree. Polly is the worst! We have the shopping mall and the roller coaster, which break almost every time my daughter plays with it. Polly is currently in storage, and she may be “lost” during our move!
Please don’t gift that to the Nash house. I’m asking you nicely.
I’ve saved every piece and have it set aside for you, my friend!
Barbie and her flipping shoes!!!!! It’s bad enough that she has so many, but why do they have to be so small?
1) Plastic easter eggs. My daughter is obsessed with them and dumps her basket on the floor and immediately walks away from it.
2) The 100-piece play food set from Target. I don’t have 100 pieces of REAL food in my house. And plastic hot dogs and Pringles? Weird.
Susan — This blog and your “faux SAHM” post made me laugh so much today. My now 12 and 15 year old daughters were also obsessed with Polly and her 1000’s of strewn-everywhere pieces. They did not make it up to the “toys to save for my grandchildren” attic. Try to be patient with Polly; you may miss her when your daughter’s only interested in toys like cell phones, laptops, and “why can’t I have a facebook page”.