Monday, March 22, 2010
Zhu Zhu Pet of Terror
So, this is the toy that everyone freaked out for at Christmas time. Okay, well it looks kind of cute, and yeah, it makes little squeaky noises. It zips around the floor, and spins around, and rights itself when it bumps into walls, then heads the other way. Mostly it seems desperate to head under the couch, and it doesn't really have a lot of play value...but I digress. My three year old daughter LOVED it last Wednesday, and now--five days later--she's bored with it.
My son, however, is terrified of it. When you push the little button on its back to turn it off, it sings "la la la, la la la" to the tune of "lullabye and goodnight." It sounds like Alvin and the Chipmunks. It's supposed to be cute. To six year old Jack? Utterly terrifiying.
"Why does it sing a lullabye?"
Me: "I don't know. She doesn't talk, so she's (daugher assigned a gender)telling us she's going to sleep with a song."
"But WHY does it sing a lullabye?"
Me: "I don't know. I guess it's supposed to sound cute and funny or something."
Then, after pondering this for a while, Jack ran screaming and crying up to his room. Now, before you start to think oh my god, what's that kid's problem, dig through your own memory box and see if there were some ultimately stupid things you too used to be afraid of. Occasionally the phone gets left off the hook by accident, right? Well, when that recorded voice would come on and say; "PLEASE HANG UP AND TRY YOUR CALL AGAIN. THIS IS A RECORDING," followed by that "ANH ANH ANH ANH" beeping noise, young karen used to just about lose her mind with terror. And, does anyone remember that novelty song from the 60's or 70's, about the guy going crazy and singing; "they're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away ho ho, hee hee, ha ha, to the FUNNY FARM...?" Yeah, that made me want to crawl into my bed and shriek too.
Zhu Zhu Pet of Terror!
So, Jack tried again to be friends with the Zhu Zhu pet. And then I heard my husband say; "no--don't put it by your hair!" Yes, there's a warning on the package that kindly asks to "please keep away from your hair." Sheesh. Then, my husband leapt up and said; "bring the scissors please, Mummy," as Jack sat wailing on his lap. Took a while to get that clump of hair out of the little wheels on the bottom. So much for that second attempt to enjoy the "it" toy.
I need a giant cup of coffee.