You know when you buy your kid a toy for Christmas but don’t really think it all the way through?
Well, a remote to a Wii might be about to go missing.
Just after Christmas, things frequently disappear in our house. There was, for example, the year that the buttony-go-thing for the remote controlled car that kept slamming into the furniture because ‘it’ll get all ruined if I take it outside’ vanished, or the time the batteries kept ‘falling out’ of the Hungry Hippos game.
The Scary-Arsed-Baby-Doll ‘probably went off to start pre-school’ the day after it scared the bejesus out of me by starting to cry, for no reason at all, at 11pm one night when I was watching ‘Let The Right One In’.
Anything that yaps, bleeps, barks, cries or needs me to help play with it always seems to come to a mysteriously abrupt and tragic end round our way.
I’m now trying to fathom how I could have been stupid enough to think that a Nintendo and Just Dance 3 was a good idea? Did I not learn from the High School Musical Dance Mat debacle (someone had to accidentally tip clear Estee Lauder nail polish on the turn it on/turn it off bit to get it to be ‘broken’).
Annabelle has barely slept since Christmas Day. She’s a leaping, shrieking, street-dancing bundle of nerves, whose limbs and facial muscles continued to twitch in time to some unseen beat on the one occasion that I did manage to lure her away long enough to eat a Pot Noodle.
I tried to stuff her into a bath but the combination of thrashing limbs and the bubble-gum-pink Hello Kitty bath bubbles she got from Cousin-Emma began to resemble some gruesome scene from Jaws so I was forced to let go of her legs whereupon she leapt from the tub, grabbed a towel and shot, dripping wet, down the stairs.
“SO YOU’RE DRIVING ROUND TOWN WITH THE GIRL I LOVE, WELL FORGET YOU AND FORGET HER TOO…………….”
I wonder if anyone would notice if I just moved out?
Wii seem to have landed ourselves with a bit of a problem.