Luke, Sylvie and I are sitting in the living room this morning, quietly eating breakfast.
Luke [suddenly letting out a shout, as six-year-old boys are wont to do]: AAARGH!
Sylvie and I jump, startled.
The Buzz Lightyear Toy [from his reclining position on the ottoman]: What was that?! Not to worry, a space ranger fears nothing.
Luke [laughing hysterically, shouts again]: AAARGH!
Buzz: Now, now, no need to raise your voice. I can hear you perfectly.
Creepy. The thing isn't even supposed to talk unless you press its buttons. (Never mind the fact that I just spent half an hour pressing them, trying to get him to repeat those lines so I could get the wording right, and he never did.)
It's also a lot of fun when, in the middle of the night, dolls start giggling in the other room.
Kind of like the way car alarms go off all down the street when a big truck comes by, right? At 4 a.m.
Posted by: lisa peet | May 12, 2011 at 10:58 AM