I have a confession to make. I am a fan of the fidget spinner. When my kids aren’t around, I often find myself searching the house in an attempt to get my hands on one so I can have a go myself.
Now come on readers, I know I’m not the only one. Admit it, you do it too don’t you?
I don’t know what it is about this simple toy, but it’s got me hooked. I find them quite therapeutic and calming, truth be told, no real surprise considering its rumoured origins.
I appreciate this may sound quite sad coming from someone of my age, but I love experimenting to see how long I can make one spin. There’s also the conundrum of spinning it the other way with your left hand. I must say, however, the results from doing this are generally very disappointing (unless you are left-handed I guess).
I’ve spun them on my forehead very successfully. Okay, okay, it’s not that impressive. Even little Izzy, our four year old, can pull off that trick.
I have spun them on my nose, although they tend to fall off quite quickly. Think I need to practice that stunt a little more.
The beauty of fidget spinners is that they’re so less fiddly than the loom bands that took over the playground a few years ago. My kids were well into loom bands, but they were too young and simply couldn’t use the looms themselves and so I ended up making all their bracelets for them.
With fidget spinners, they can be left to their own devices and I don’t have to get involved. Oh, aside from the time one of the kids managed to drop one down the lavatory and I had to retrieve it. That wasn’t a highlight of my day, I can tell you.
I occasionally walk into the kitchen and find Mrs Adams playing with one too. It’s quite funny, strolling in and seeing her sat down, thinking of goodness knows what in a world of her own, while fidget spinning.
Will you admit to borrowing your kids fidget spinner? Are you in the closet or will you freely admit to having a go whenever the chance arises? Please leave a comment and tell me I’m not alone.