build a “custom saddle” for my plastic dinosaur. Kids are weird, I know.
Time Travel, But Gross
Finding old Floam in 2025 is like opening a time capsule you never intended to bury, anyway. That once-vibrant neon pink? Well, now it’s a lovely shade called “rotting apricot.” The texture? Soggy, somewhere between crouton and chewed gum. Pixie foam beads were still clinging on, however. Loyal little guys.
I raised it aloft like an ancient artifact. “Lo and behold, the holy Floam, 1999.” My kid was clueless about what I was saying. He just stared at it and said, “Why is
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