DD#2: I wanna a Webkinz.
Me: A what?
DD#2: A Webkinz.
Me: We'll see. (Translation.......I have no idea what a Webkinz is and probably don't want to know.)
No matter how cool I think that I might be, somewhere there is a group of people who are conspiring against me. They lie awake at night thinking of things that my kids will want to buy. They will also think of ways to market them to my kids so that I won't have a clue that these things exist.
So as not to appear too dorky, I avoid the subject of Webkinz. It works until we went Christmas shopping at a toy store that specializes in bobble heads. (Don't get me started on those.) The last aisle we go through has a Webkinz display.
Me (to myself): Maybe now I'll figure out what these things are.
The display is quite empty except for miniature T-shirts and body spray. This is NO help at all. I have gained no new insight at all. I mean...body spray???? targeted at kids???? Not even my children want to go around smelling like bananas.
Has the world sunk to a new level of stupid? I just don't understand.
DD#2: I can have Webkinz?
I ignore the question. I turn around and join DS . He is playing with Transformers. I understand those.
Last night I did what I should have originally done. I asked Google, what is a Webkinz?
Google told me that is was just another way for the toy people to rid me of my hard earned dollars and to give up Internet time.
I think that I'll go back to my 9.4 rating on the hick-o-meter and wait for the next fad.
Until next time
Yours in Yarn,