December 25, 2007

Of Course You Know This Means War

It's the Flingshot Flying Monkey.

My brother sent three of these things to the Llama-ettes for Christmas. The gels discovered their blood-curdling shriek-making capacity at about 6:30 ack emma.

When I was about eight or so, we picked up a couple of toy chattering skulls for Halloween. Miraculously, one of them survived and over the years it has become something of a family tradition -particularly between Mom and my brother - to booby-trap one another with it at unexpected times and in unexpected places. When I saw the Flying Monkeys this morning, I immediately realized that John had decided to take things up a notch.

When I spoke to him a while ago, I vowed that I'm going to get him if it's the last thing I ever do. He laughed heartily.

Posted by Robert at December 25, 2007 11:05 AM | TrackBack
Comments

Too funny.

Posted by: LeeAnn at December 25, 2007 03:51 PM

Well...it could be worse. You could have a child who is obsessed with the Titanic and now has in his possession a very thorough documentary of said ship.

And he's very excited about it.

Posted by: GroovyVic at December 25, 2007 05:34 PM

Perhaps you have nieces and nephews who'd appreciate drum kits.

Posted by: Ed Flinn at December 25, 2007 06:27 PM