I took my son to Peppa Pig world last October.
I booked 2 weeks off work, the longest time I’d had off since maternity leave and aside from a long weekend in Marbella with my best friend, we made plans of things to do as a family with the remaining days.
Visiting Peppa Pig world was great. Yeah it’s expensive. Yeah it’s a bit boring for anyone over the age of 12 but seeing how much fun my son was having was the greatest feeling.
As you can imagine, there’s a shop on site. It’s like Peppa Pig threw up the biggest load of merchandise you can imagine, stuck a massive mark up on it and watched as run ragged parents parted with their hard earned cash to keep their little darlings happy.
I’ll be honest, I love a themed shop. I remember a time when I was a kid; I’d dragged my parents to the Disney store in Bath. Inside was a Jasmine from Aladdin suitcase, I wanted that suitcase more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. It had to be mine. Only my parents didn’t agree.
Cue a monumental tantrum taking place in the historic city of Bath, ruining the ambience for sure.
Funnily enough I just reminded my Mum of this incident “oh but Rach, it was expensive in there” she says. “Can you remember why I didn’t let you have it” she asks. “You probably thought it was a bit of tat” I replied. “I doubt it was that, it could have just been because you couldn’t get much in there” she says. As if she feels the need to justify her decision more than 20 years on.
I went a bit mad in the Peppa Pig shop last October. Is that cute pyjamas on the shelf? They’re going in my basket. Ah, look at that Peppa Pig toothpaste that might encourage him to brush his teeth.
And then I stumbled upon something else.
I’m a sucker for novelty. Basically interpreted as I’m a sucker for tat.
The item that caught my eye was “Peppa Pig Mouldable Foam Soap”.
Have fun making shapes it reads in a fun looking font.
I’m having me some of that. That will keep
me my son entertained for hours.
The can of soap collected dust in my son’s chest of drawers for the best part of 3 months, until one day I remembered its existence and excitedly handed it to my son ahead of his bath.
I was expecting big things. I was expecting to be making shapes of animals, food items, houses, flowers; you name it, I had expectations to be making it.
Off comes the lid, and I give it a good squirt.
“That looks a lot like shaving foam” I proclaim.
I have a sniff and it smells a lot like shaving foam too.
In fact, I’m pretty much convinced it is shaving foam. Over-priced shaving foam at that.
My son, however, doesn’t give one. He’s enamoured by it. And quite frankly can’t get enough of it, so much so, a can of the shaving foam only lasted a week.
I, on the other hand, can’t bear to look at the bastard stuff. Especially considering I discovered Poundland stock the Peppa Pig foam for £1. A whole £2 cheaper than what Peppa Pig World sell it for. At least Dick Turpin wore a mask.
To date, the only shapes we’ve managed to mould have been the ever predictable football/snowball/anything round. And Wes has taken great pride in making a large phallic shaped foam item. Obviously when he’s on his own of course. Young eyes and all that.
In a nutshell, I wouldn’t recommend Peppa Pig Mouldable Foam. It’s basically Gilette with Peppa Pig’s mush on the can. You could argue I should have managed my own expectations and perhaps you’d be right, I was expecting too much from a soap. However, if you tell me I can make shapes from something, I’m wanting big things. And a large phallic shaped bit of foam or a football is just not enough for me.