3) Twister is twisted.
Good news, if you’ve got kids, you may quite possibly unknowingly already own sex in a box. Okay, that just sounds wrong, but that’s exactly what critics called the game when it debuted in 1966, according to MetalFloss.com.
4) And the critics aren't the only ones with dirty minds.
A mom from Georgia was recently busted for inciting a not-so-innocent game of “Naked Twister” with her teenage daughter and her friends. And the prize she gave the 18-year-old boy who won the twisted game? Sex, with her.
The Huffington Post reports:
The woman confessed to having sex with an 18-year-old male at the party and afterward used sex toys to pleasure herself in front of the teens because she was “still horny,” police said.
Yikes. Suddenly, I don’t feel so weird about the whole Barbie and Ken thing.
5) Legos are a bunch of frauds.
We already knew they were evil. Any mom whose stepped on those little bastards fourteen-thousand times knows they are weapons. What we didn’t know is that they are also thieves. But it doesn’t surprise us.
Turns out a small shop named Kiddicraft in Germany created and had even patented the interlocking and then wooden toys, but as soon as Lego laid eyes on the idea, suddenly they were called Legos and the rest is history. Kiddicraft was never to be heard from again.
Upon learning this news, I may have to issue a ban on all Lego products in my household. Sorry kids, but it’s just not right!
6) And they're more than just a pain in the ass.
Karl Smallwood of Today I Found Out (via Yahoo) wanted to find out exactly what it is about Legos that makes them painful plastic landmines for parents. He concluded that the combination of a highly sensitive body part with many nerve endings versus a plastic square designed to be highly durable results in a recipe for pain.
New York University physics professor Tycho Sleator tells Quartz Media that “The sharp corners also exacerbate the pain.”
Yeah, no kidding, Professor.
There’s also something confusing about the role that pressure plays in there, but the point of it is that stepping on a lego actually hurts us more than it hurts our kids… and not because we love them so much that we feel their pain in addition to our own. No, cute, but wrong.
It’s our age, size, and those nightly 11:45 p.m. fridge raids that make stepping on a lego more painful for parents as we’re simply heavier than our kids, thus more pressure, ergo more pain.
We suppose this concept is nothing new; just like dinner, bath, and bedtime, the bigger you are, the more painful the process.