>>15393
>kid on the slide with the frog in his nose
I was about that age or younger when my mom bought me a nice surprise for bathtime: a little red seal that moved around the tub using clockwork to drive its front flippers frantically along. She wound it up out of sight and dropped it into the tub with me, expecting me to giggle with childlike delight. Except...
Except she didn't
tell me she was going to do it. I heard the splash and the gears and looked up into Lovecraftian terror. To me it wasn't a fun little toy, it was some sort of demonic red thing that was frantically trying to reach me to bite me. I screamed and tried to climb up the sides of the tub and into the corner where one usually keeps shampoos and the like.
Later, after I'd been evacuated from the fungi swamp of Yuggoth, we got it straightened around and I eventually came to love the little toy. But I remembered when the time came to have kids, and always carefully introduced new toys to them when they were little.
Adults forget quite easily that silly little things to us are horrifying visions of the Plains of Leng to very young children.