Thursday, May 14, 2009

Geekery Is Hereditary

My poor children.

Did I mention that Red only has one tennis shoe these days? It's awesome. On Tuesday, I tried to find him a new pair at Marshall's and crapped out spectacularly. The light-up Spiderman pair were on clearance for $7 but no size 8s. The super cute OshKosh sandals that he loved had every size but 8 as well. The Nikes that he wanted desperately? If you guessed no size 8s, you win a big fat fart! Woot! Or Poot! as the case may be. And Marshall's? You're invited to suck it.

I jest. I love Marshall's. And Ross. And especially TJ Maxx. I'd make out with TJ Maxx if I ever met him.

Anyway, he detested the only pairs that were available in his size. Which is a lesson to never take your children shopping. Ever.

But that isn't the point of this post. No. I was so frazzled and stressed after the unproductive trip to Marshalls, I opted to drive through Wendy's for lunch. It was close and we were hungry and nothing cures the no size 8 blues like a bacon cheeseburger and a frosty. Trust me on this. Turns out that they're giving away the Petz games in their kid meals. How times have changed. I remember getting a tiny plastic Barbie figurine and feeling like the luckiest little girl in the world. Of course, I'm a dinosaur and remember the days before personal computers.

Andrea, if you point out that you, in fact, do not remember those days, I will bitch slap you. I mean it. Silence is golden, grasshopper. Oh and Happy Belated Birthday, by the way.

Sorry, I'm birdwalking today. Anyhow, we get home and I get the game installed. Missy is entranced. She has three kitties now, one of whom was designed for Red and named Dinosaur. Cute, huh? She feeds them and waters them and teaches them tricks. Sound familiar? Like maybe a certain mommy who plants virtual crops and vigilantly checks every day to see what's happening on her hundred plot farm? Hmmmmm?

This has led me to consider buying her a Webkinz for her upcoming birthday. The games appear to be easy enough for her to master and as much as she loves this, can you imagine if she had a tangible counterpart to the pet on the computer? Best part is she can pick up the virtual poop. Now if only I could get The Beast to do his business virtually.

Any thoughts on Webkinz, Internetters?

5 comments:

Andrea said...

Yeah, we won't get into the drive-thru toys of my day...

Anyway,
Sorry to hear of no luck at show shopping, this sucks. What really sucks is that I was planning that same excursion for Cody. His shoes are shot and I'm not sure Crocs are the best camping attire.

Webkins all the way! Cute and cuddly and games are fun for everyone, (ie. Mom who takes over pet care when said child is bored, or not looking)

Ashleigh said...

Love webkinz!! So does my daughter.. but beware.. you too could get sucked in to earning kinzcash and buying furniture.. but yes, I'd say go for the webkinz!

Beth said...

webkinz? have no idea what the hell that is.....but my kids love playing the UFC fighting game!!! WOOT!! WOOT!!!

noble pig said...

Wy kids love Webkinz, they are harmless and fun. Watch the JC Penny adds sometimes they have by one get one free and I just same some at Costco...2 for 17 or 19?

jennyonthespot said...

First off... LOVE frosties! Hmmm... gonna have to hit that. BUT also - TOTALLY she needs a Webkinz for her b-day. Absolutely.

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