Tonight Mike and I were out at Happy Hour with friends and we got discussing the latest must-have gift, maHatchimals. These are some sort of egg thing that you hatch by loving it, talking to it etc. The box comes with two different possible animals on it and you don’t know what you will get until it hatches. It is the biggest toy craze and is selling for hundreds of dollars, if you can find one.
This toy reminded us of Furby. Kristina really wanted a Furby. She got one and immediately dropped it on the sidewalk outside of our house and broke it. Someone gave her another one and things seemed to be going okay until she showed up in our bedroom one night crying. When we asked what was wrong, she said that Furby would not stop talking. We went to her room to get it and she’d put it in her bottom dresser drawer as far back as it would go. Despite being buried in clothes; you could still hear it. These new things seem like they might become the modern day Furby – torturing children from the depths of their dressers.
Seems like when you get to be old, there aren’t those kind of must-have items. I guess maybe new phones make adults nutty. I’m still trying to learn my phone I’ve had for over a year so I’m hardly the one dying for the latest version. I’m supposed to have figured out my Christmas list for Mike. I can’t think of much I truly need or really want. Same with him. One year when we asked him what he wanted for Christmas, he made the mistake of saying he needed new shoelaces. We’ve never let him forget that humble request.
I’m sure I will think of something over the next day or two (nothing like waiting until the last minute) but really, a great evening out with friends like we had tonight, getting together with family or even just a day when nothing is required of me would be the great gift. Ah, the simple pleasures that being an adult can bring.
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