Oatmeal anyone?

Firstly, I have to say this because I'm a girl. This is totally cute! Widdle froggy on a log!

Ok- now that the estrogen is out of my system... what the crap?!? This item is a bathtub faucet cover to protect kids from hurting themselves by bumping or burning themselves when using the bath. Seriously? I mean, seriously? I had no idea such a thing existed. Or, more accurately, that it needed to exist. It is getting a bit ludicrous the degree to which we are coddling our youts. We are letting our kids get so soft that in a few more generations they will have the consistency of gruel and be just about as interesting. Now I don't want to sound like I am a 'consequences be damned' person. Geez, I work with lions after all! If I didn't think that you need to be mindful of your surroundings and actions I wouldn't still have all of my factory original parts (shut up Chuck). I do, however, believe in natural selection. All kids have to learn- generally by experience- what they can and can't do. So in regards to this product: A) Pain is a wonderful teacher. You bump the faucet during your bath and it hurts- congratulations! You now know you are not a superhero and have developed a brand new shiny brain cell that tells you to pay attention. B) If you need this item because you bump the faucet and then cry about how the cruel, unfair universe has wronged you until mommie or daddie tells you it's ok because the faucet is evil and mean and should never have presumed to touch you in the first place and you then go forth into life bumping it again and again....... Well, you shouldn't have this anyway because hopefully then you will eventually earn yourself a Darwin Award and dutifully remove yourself from the gene pool. And if anyone reads this and thinks that isn't right of me to say because this type of product is generally meant for babies...... Well, point A still stands. But I have to concede a little on point B- the procreation has already occurred and the Darwin Award is no longer technically applicable. Besides, the poor parents already endured nine whole months of constant attachment to the child. Really, who could expect them to keep paying attention after that, especially in such a hazard free situation as a baby in a bathtub. I mean come on! There are limits to human endurance after all.