How the father handles The calvary звучни играчки
We live in a noisy world. The roaring of cars, the ringing of cell phones, the cries of children: it sometimes seems that the entire universe has ganged up against our eardrums. Of course, we endure the noise of our offspring, because love is made for that. However…
The holidays are approaching and it is a period when the volume is particularly increasing.First of all because the children are excited (we can’t blame them, it’s the magic of Christmas). And second, because someone is likely to offer them a deafening toy.
I know what I mean. Recently my mother-in-law handed my son a gift package. It is adorable. Granny is happy by spoiling her grandson, nothing more natural. Parents’ nerves, on the other hand, are strained. Because the gift in question turns out to be a laser warrior robot which advances by producing an infernal and uninterrupted racket FIRE-FIRE-FIRE, embellished with bursts of TA-TA-TA-TA submachine guns and BOM-Boom-Boom bombardments. The Child can have fun with it for hours. And if you ask him to stop, he can’t hear you, because of the robot.
This demonic device is just a trophyamong others in the collection of desperate toys that the Child, this budding capitalist, is delighted to accumulate.
You too know the ordeal of the little train whose TCHOU-TCHOU is impossible to stop once started. The tablet that screams HAVE FUN WITH THIS RIGOLO GAME when you make a very important professional phone call. The musical book that repeats the first four bars of La Lettre à Élise endlessly, until you get sick of Beethoven (who was deaf, the lucky one).
And this helicopter, there, which produces more decibels than the Ariane rocket on takeoff.
Why is the sound so loud?
Why is the sound of such poor quality?
I tried to tape the exits to mitigate the din, it is not much use, the machine always wins at the end.
No one can fully understand why the makers of sound toys aren’t sued more frequently. Will it take a #metoo-type movement to free the voice of parents with tortured ears? Especially since most of this stuff is made from plastic that kills turtles.
There is one solution left: evacuate the objects in question during the first garage sale. Not that easy. The Child watches over the grain and he rolls on the ground, yelling: NO, I WANT TO KEEP THE TRAIN THAT MAKES TCHOU-TCHOU. We do not win by the exchange. So we try to confuse the Child: “You know, in my time, we had a great time with a string and a piece of cardboard”. (I believe that my parents were already telling me this story, and I believe that, already at the time, I did not believe them.)
In short, we are overcome by consumerist engulfment and all we have to do is accept our condition as polluted noise. December 25 is approaching, I know what I’m going to ask Santa Claus: earplugs.
Жулиен Блан-Грас