Toy commercials are rampant now that Christmas is fast approaching.  I admit I do get a kick out of some of the toys they are advertising.  There’s a dinosaur robot that cracks me up, and I keep telling Dear Hubby, “I want one.”  Of course he tells me no.  He knows me too well.  I’d probably use it to torment him and the dogs.

     Every year there are toys for the child who is into espionage but now they are almost as sophisticated as what the CIA has to use.  Hey, kids how about using a toy to listen in on your parent’s private conversations?  We’ve just the thing for you.  There isn’t an older child around who wouldn’t appreciate having little brother or sister able to spy on them.  Let the beatings commence.

     Another brilliant gift idea, night vision goggles, exactly what every budding burglar needs to have.

     Hey, I’m that evil person who gives children gifts of xylophones, drums, and things (like Leggos) that have many tiny pieces.  I don’t have to live with the noisemakers or stepping on those little crippling pieces of plastic.  Nor do I have to listen to the howls of the older child when they catch a younger one spying.

     My kids have four legs and fur.  They’re happy with tennis balls and dog cookies.