OK, so Mark had a birthday. When Mark has a birthday I can always count on my sister to find the most irritating, loud, annoying toys on the market and send them to him. Love that girl.
She got him the squirting bath toys. They got lost in the move.
She got him this globe.
You would think that would be a good thing. You know, educational. Except when Mark plays with it, he pushes the same button over and over and over and over. And it repeats the same three words over and over and over and over. Until my head finally spins 360 degrees. I take it away and put it on the high shelf far out of the reach of little paws. Sorry buddy that toy is special and we can't play with it all the time.
So I knew it was coming. I knew she was looking for something. I could almost smell her brain smoking down there in GA. Then it came. A huge box. It could only mean one thing. She tried to out do herself this time. She wants to finally drive me over the edge. See those buttons. Every one of them plays a different little electronic song. Every one of them can be played in a it's own style. Lots of different styles. From Reggae to rock to hip pop. We now have a dance club in our house.
See the dial in his right hand. That is volume control. Mark only has one volume. LOUD!!!!
That is a working microphone...with it's own volume control. Mark does not need a microphone to amplify his voice.
As yet my dear little sister has not procreated. However I am confident someday she will. When that day comes I will be waiting in the wings. Not with hugs and kisses for her and her babies. No. No. No. I will be waiting with toys. Lots of flashy, loud, irritating, annoying toys.
Just you wait.