JJ has an ever-growing collection of fascinating little characters called Skylanders. I won't bore you (or me) with the back story... Suffice to say, they are a brilliant marketing ploy designed to get the exasperated parents of persistent children to fork over large sums of cash in exchange for pieces of plastic that require even more expensive pieces of plastic in order to work. So JJ has about ten of these little buggers... And tonight, as I was preparing dinner, at my darling son's direction, they staged a war against me.
Carefully, JJ brought his box of Skylanders from the den to the kitchen doorway. One by one, he gently and lovingly removed each figure from its cardboard home, greeted it by name, and placed it on the floor facing me. Once everyone was in place, JJ moved the box to the side, and pointing at me, declared, "There she is, gentlemen... the enemy. You will take her down in three, two..."
Quickly, I interrupted, "But if I am fighting your army of Skylanders, who will take our delicious pizza out of this very hot oven?"
With wide eyes and a look of outright panic, the Skylanders' once fearless leader jumped to action and ordered, "EVERYBODY BACK IN THE BOX!"
7 years ago