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My Kids and the Poufs
Splash Pals
by Earth Therapeutics
By Daryn Guarino
We received several Splash Pals kiddie poufs from Earth
Therapeutics, that we used to test
all the other products. Poufs are poufs, you might find yourself
saying. But no, says I.
These poufs were cool enough to have
encounters with our Power Ranger bath toys, which means they are
more than mere poufs. The main complaint with the pouf (aside
from the name, grumble grumble) is the lack of a soft spot for
dabbing at small faces.
Children do not enjoy having abrasive
plastic webbing scrubbed across their face, as it turns out. The
game called "Run! Daddy's givin' baths!" was invented because of
those early baby-face-meets-plastic-steelwool encounters.
 The
Splash Pals poufs have a small cloth animal imbedded in the center
giving you just the right material for digging out eye-sand and
nose-crusties.
The cuddly sheep had pouf instead of fuzzy wool,
the brown bear had pouf instead of a furry body, the orca had
pouf instead of...uh, well... Hey, listen, orcas belong in the
bath, even if they have a poufy body, end of discussion.
My kids
played with the animals, which helped scrub their nasty little
hands and nails for me. I was able to lightly scrub their tender
skin with the seemed-softer-than-normal pouf, easily removing
sticky and gritty spots alike. I was able to gently wash their
faces with the soft washcloth animal.
The center animal also
absorbed and held soap and gels, so the pouf stayed lathered
under the splashy onslaught that is washing a baby. The gently
pointed animal face made a nice tool for cleaning the baby's
cruddy neck crevice (black, sticky rolls of jelly, juice, and
crackers) which is too delicate to repeatedly scrub with a pouf,
even a soft pouf. Instead of fighting me, he really enjoyed having the orca and bear
"attack"
his neck.
My older son sat Anakin or Luke Skywalker (I can't
tell anymore) astride the orca and repeated attacked the Death
Star Baby (my one year old.) Each soapy strafe left a line of
suds across the baby, so he was washing the baby for me...sort
of. It was so cute that I called to my wife. I told her to take a
peek at a Daddy in full control of bath time.
As she leaned into the bathroom, Connor must have scored the
final hit that took out the Death Star in Star Wars (a ship, the
size of a planet, explodes, explained for you non-Star Wars
geeks out there) and a huge wave of
water erupted from the tub.
The room was showered with bath toys
and gallons of water with a baby mixed in somewhere, and my
oldest child was spluttering and crying because water went up
his nose.
My wife pulled the bathroom door shut and locked it from the
outside. When the bathroom was clean and dry enough, Darth Mommy
finally released us.
Nice poufs though and cute enough to be
gifts. Find them at
EarthTherapeutics.com.
That winds up this Bathtime Suds Report of bath and body products for kids.
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