The Most Kick-Ass Toy of All Time

is what I brought home to The Son yesterday. As I told the husband on the way back, it's going to be hard to top this one.

Is it a cardboard box, said the husband. Obviously some of us have a different standard of kickass.

I showed it to him. It's my new Blackberryyyyyy. The months of wrangling the TV remote/mobile phone/ oven controls from The Son will be nothing compared to the fights we will have when he wants to hold, poke, hug, kiss and taste the Blackberry.

And sure enough, when we got home, I couldn't resist giving The Son a little peek (it's the big sister in me - she does it every time) and then hiding it. He came after me right away. I tried to distract him ("Look! High Five!") but it didn't work. He ran over with the clutchy little hands and the little boy voice saying "Mote! Mote! Please!" (he calls them all "remote"). I tried to distract him again (by spinning him around) but it didn't work and I eventually had to take him for a walk. Damn. This distraction thing used to be easier. What happened to the good old days when I could just tickle him?!

Actually it's hard enough keeping the Blackberry away from The Husband. He is constantly trying to rip the plastic sheet off the little window. What is it with men and these little plastic sheets. Just a few months ago, and despite having received strongly worded legal advice, he ripped the plastic cover sheets off the front and back seats of our new car. And the dashboard. And the rearview mirror. And the little digital clock on the dashboard. And that last one was barely noticeable!