Weee look at me!

I’m sitting on the couch. Knitting a JayJay the jet plane toy for my son. Strangely the yarn is shiney and coral colour. Jay Jay should be blue.

“HI MY NAME IS JAY JAY, WHAT’S YOURS?”

I jolt out of sleep…

Again, I am knitting away.. this time Jay Jay is fingering weight blue.. it’s going well but the yarn is tangled up..a big mess…

 

“WEEE LOOK AT ME! THAT WAS FUN!”

 I jolt out of sleep again.

 

Back at it. The yarn gets more and more tangled. It’s a nightmare…

 

“HI I’M JAY JAY, WHAT’S YOUR NAME, TARRYTOWN AIRPORT HERE WE COME! WEEE LOOK AT ME! THIS IS SUPERSONIC!…..

 

I jump up out of bed… stumble in a sleep filled stupor to my son’s room..

“HI I’M JAY JAY.. WHAT’S YOUR NAME?”

 

I see Jay Jay, he is tucked under the arm of my four year old who is twitching every time Jay Jay interjects his cheerful but unwelcome randomly generated phrases.

I grab Jay Jay and pull him from under my son’s arm take him quickly into the hall and disembowel his battery operated speaker box.. toss him mercylessly onto the floor… Jay Jay is  no more…..

 
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1.
On February 3rd, 2006 at 10:42 am, michaele said:

I think speaking toys were one of the worst inventions ever. Good for you!

2.
On February 4th, 2006 at 12:14 pm, Adrienne said:

I agree. We have a talking Barney and one day he just kept talking and talking with no one around him and sounded demonic. So I did the same thing. Took a long time for me to put batteries back in him.

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