At a birthday party on Saturday there was an older boy, Nick, about 8 years old, who was great at playing with and entertaining the younger kids. Max had one of the things pictured above, and Max would blow on it and the older boy acted as if the force of the thing knocked him over. Max laughed and laughed. They continued this for a while until Nick moved on to something else.
Max then aimed the thing at the other kids. They were not interested in playing. I had to step in to steer Max away from annoying the other people. Lauren heard me correcting Max and asked me from the other room, “What was he doing?”
“He was blowing on the…uhh. The thing.”
“What?” Lauren asked.
“You know the thing that you blow on?” I knew it didn’t sound right as soon as I said it. “You know it gets bigger when you blow on it?” I looked around at the other parents in the room to see if they were looking at me funny.
“What?”
“The thing. Uh, I don’t know, the thing you blow on and it gets longer…Forget it.”
FYI if you are ever in this situation the thing is called a "BlowOut".
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FYI: even if I did say the "blowout", I'm pretty sure no one would know what I was talking about.
Never heard the term "blowout"
Pretty sure I would have called it "that thing you blow on" too. Or maybe "party favour" (old-fashioned term) or "noisemaker" (equally obscure) :)
I want one of those things.
Noisemaker, party favor, dealie... I can't remember what they're called either.
OMG! too funny. One time my parents came out for a visit when I lived in Orlando and we (My DH and I, my mom and dad) were sitting around the table playing Taboo. (I'm going to assume you are familiar with the game?) The word was balloon, my father was giving clues to my mother. "You put it in your mouth and it gets bigger with each blow" my mother started laughing, and then my dad started laughing and both of them were turning beet red. I sat there and tried desperately to pretend I had no idea what was so funny. I never played that game with them again.
Good times...good times..
Stacie
Always called them "party favors"... but your way is just ever so much funnier. :)
Ha ha ha, that's just too funny... lucky I wasn't there, I have a dirty mind and would have said something for sure!!!!
I do the same thing.
you know, the "thing". I don't know what it's called for GOD sake.
If you ask me, 'party favors' sounds just as sexual. That's what you get in the coat room from the guy you just met at the party, right?
I wanna party with Kalki.
For the record, it's called a wee-wee.
I have one of those, but my husband took it away from me.
I've never heard of blowout either. I'd go with good old "noisemaker". d
I never heard of it called a blowout. I always just call it a "party blower."
Just catching up... been away.
The thing you blow on, huh? Nice.
You would be fun to hang out with for no other reason than to see what you'd say in a room full of people ;-)
Oh my....I can only imagine the look on your wife's face. Priceless! :)
Nice.
NICE.
Lauren didn't make you keep going? Like, you know, *there*?
Ok, I asked Hubby what the thing is called. He couldn't remember either, so we looked it up (on the internet, of course).
It's called a Party Blower. Which truly, doesn't sound like something that should be around kids at all.
I thought a blowout is something that happens after you get your hair done at the beauty salon.
Sounds to me like those kid parties are pretty intense. One more reason my uterus is closed for business...oh some will look, but I will not have an inventory. I don't think I could handle the high pressure, dog eat dog, world of the blowout and legos. You go for cake and someone wants you to share your wife. You're hoping for ice-cream but then you see your kid whacking people with his party favor. I think I would shave my head and start smoking.
Can someone please tell me where LW has been? I miss his snark.
Hi Wm. I would call it the thingamagig... but hey I'm willing to call it the blowout, if I run across it....but it is really called a noise maker..... because it is noisey......
Oh. Man.
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