We don't pay for noise!!!

What is it about birthdays and holidays that make the grandparents buy the loudest toys ever? Why revenge of course! Why is it that I was never allowed to have toys that made noise, but all of a sudden ... my kids have drums, guitars, recorders, dolls that talk and then become very creepy when the batteries start to die. Please don't buy my kids noise! Ugh... noise is free at my house. And then... to top it all off.... Playdough?? Huh?? I was soooo not allowed to play with Playdough! You bought Playdough for the kids you didn't like so much, and wrapped it with cowbell too! I like to pretend I know so much more about parenting after 3 kids. I don't. I have made peace with my Mother hoping she would take the curse of 'maniac children' off of me. Nope! Still there! You don't see enough what I like to call "normal" lives of kids. There isn't enough Super Nannies in the world to go around and tame our wild little children. Why must I have to hear, "DON'T TOUCH ME"! a thousand times a day? Is it necessary to believe that if you don't sit where you want to, life would be different? It is all of these wonderful imperfections that make life great! Why must I laugh at the life I live? Because it's mine. And it is probably yours too! You are as normal as I am. And let me tell you one day my girls will say to me... "Mom, please don't buy the kids noise... it is free at our house".