What is it about stickers? They're the equivalent of catnip for kids.
Firstborn is currently in a frenzy of shoutyness because I'm withholding the sticker stash (she's already managed to go through two packs this morning, surely enough for any child). Apparently I am "the meanest mummy in the world."
Excuse me for wanting to leave the house without another full set of High School Musical stickers being plastered all over me. A grinning Troy stuck to my butt is not my idea of a good look.
If I ever get to be King of the World stickers will be banned. Forever.