March 31, 2007
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Toy Story
Katrina called me in to see Conor, playing in the tub and laying down in the water this time. I walked out and brushed by a little stuffed animal dog toy that talks, and immediately it responded in an overly-cheerful female voice “Sooooo big!”.
I turned, looking the cotton-filled menace square in the eye. No, you did NOT just say that.
Back went my ‘so big’ leg, and wham, I sent that little annoying wad of fabric flying out of the hall and into Conor’s room to land in the middle of the floor.
And then… “YAAAAAAAY!” it shouted.
Whomever got our son that sarcastic, masochistic toy should be dragged through a muddy street by their toes.
-Patrick