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I wish someone would have screamed that at me a couple weeks
ago when I purchased this popular Christmas toy with, I quote, “a mind of its
own.”
We had an early Christmas celebration and this was a toy my
daughter wanted. It sings, speaks Furbish and English (in a Valley Girl sort of
way), snores, burps, purrs, and is flat out sassy sometimes. It’s actually a
pretty cute little toy, except that the only way to shut it up is by putting it
in a quiet room for a couple minutes. Then, whatever you do, don’t touch it,
because that wakes it up.
My daughter wanted to show it to her teachers this morning.
We took it in, then I took it with me to save the teachers’ sanity. I put it in
the car seat and shut off the radio. It babbled for a minute, started snoring,
and fell asleep. It was harder to get this thing to sleep and keep it asleep
than an actual baby. I’d hit a bump in the road, and there we’d go again!
How do you say, “Go the F*** to sleep!” in Furbish? Go the
FURB to sleep!
My answer: A Phillips-Head Screwdriver!
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