Sunday, June 6, 2010

Evil in Toy Form

This flippin' bear is haunting my dreams. It's blinking red nose was part of my nightmare last night. It's calypso version of "Pop goes the Weasel" plays repeatedly in my head during quiet moments. When I accidentally turn on "motion sensor" instead of "off" it causes small heart attacks during late night bathroom breaks.

Yet, we can't get rid of it.  Max LOVES this bear and it has prevented many a breakdown during tummy time.  He talks to it, smiles at it and holds his head up high, strengthening his neck muscles, as another obnoxious, electronic tune begins.

I'm sure this is just one of many toys that I will learn to hate throughout my life.  It's probably karmic payback for the time I bought my nephew, then a toddler, a drum kit, set it up in my parents house, then promptly hopped on a plane back to Savannah.  

Mom.  Dad.  I'm sorry.

1 comment:

AJsArts said...

Vincent has an accordian that I hear in my sleep... I feel your pain!

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