Can you hear me now?
Bill: “Do you hear that buzzing noise? I can’t figure out where it’s coming from.”
Jill: “I’ll tell you where it’s coming from. It’s coming from that motherfucking toy phone on Sam’s saucer. The batteries are dying.”
Bill: “That’s annoying. How do you even change them?”
Jill: “I don’t know.”
I always wanted to do that to the V-tech laptop we got for the youngest. The thing had no headphones, volume control or sense!
Don’t you feel better now?!?
I think you have a future in quality control work.
If you don’t make it there, possibly something in the anger management counseling field.
That isn’t an Exersaucer phone is it? Man, I’ve been cruising eBay looking for one. *sigh*
Oh how many times have I done this? Once the kids were done with Barney; I fed their stuffed animals to the dogs down the street. Classic cartharsism watching those dogs shred Barney.
Problem Solved!! It’s fun to smash stuff with a hammer…yeah
Well. That settles THAT.
hmmmm.. was that in the instruction booklet?
Kick ass! Now that’s the way to fix a noisy electronic toy. I shall have to remember this, should I have a similar “repair” to effect.
Hmmmm….guess I won’t be calling Geex, Inc. for any future computer or electronics problems.
**In my best Butt Head voice** “This, is the coolest thing I have ever seen….huh huh huh”
I did a very similar thing with the smiley face toy on my niece’s saucer. I hate toys that have no way of removing the batteries!
The dialog quoted was exchanged as I was going outside to take the boys for a walk. When we returned, the smashed phone was stuck on the end of that hammer, just as you see it pictured… An exclamation mark at the end of a very long day.
OMG! We have a singing tea set that just starts singing on it’s own, buried in the toy box. It freaks me out and it must be eliminated.
Three things…
1. I did not drop the m-f-bomb within earshot of any little people.
2. This little tantrum came at the end of a ‘top five bad days with the boys’ day.
3. If I had it to do over (and I probably will) I would opt for a larger, heavier instrument of destruction. The hammer I used made kind of an unsatisfying *plink plink plink* and the phone kept squirting out to the side. A sledge hammer, I think, would have provided a much more cathartic crunch.
Dude, you rock! If I send you my kids stuff that annoys the hell out of me could you take care of it for me? I’d do it myself but they’d find that shit somehow and then there’d be hell to pay!
Have a great weekend!! ;P
Next time I highly recommend a Sledge Hammer. In fact it would probably be very satisfying to use it while listening to Peter Gabriel’s song of the aforementioned tool…
Liam, Nate and I were coming back from the park a little while ago, and as I fumbled to get the door unlocked, I looked over, and Liam was tracing his little fingers along the edge of the phone and hammer.
“Muh-mum smash-ded that, Da-da.”
Hahaha - EXCELLENT! It reminds me of a juniors version of that fax machine scene in Office Space. Well done.
LOL LOL LOL Been there…havn’t done it yet….but really would consider it!