My 10 year old boy loves to watch Friday Night Smackdown. I haven’t got even the tiniest bit of interest in wrestling, so I’m finding it difficult to muster up any sort of enthusiasm during our conversations about the Undertaker (what?) and Jon Cena (who?).
(He’s also dabbling in Webkinz…this I can wrap my brain around as they are soft, furry, cozy, cuddly teddy bears (and ponies, and dogs and kitty cats oh my) and they are very much like crack to the 6-10 year old age group.)
Twenty years ago, I didn’t enjoy being on the receiving end of moves my little brother was imitating from wrestling on T.V. and I enjoy it even less now that my son wants to do the same.
I do try to fake it with several “hmms” and “wow, really?” but sooner or later, he’s going to catch on that Mummy isn’t really paying attention because she’s thinking about all the times when her baby boy was her very own live Webkinz, soft and cuddly, and she was able to give him lots of hugs & kisses without her arm being twisted behind her back like the Samoan Bulldozer (huh?) might do.
I may end up in the hospital emergency room one day with my left elbow stuck behind my right knee – all because the “that punk” I murmur is also the code word the Undertaker uses to launch his Tombstone Piledriver.
I’m pretty sure I don’t want one of those. Webkinz-warm-and-fuzzy it ain’t.
1 comment:
You a funny girl.
If your son introduces my son to Webkinz, we are going to have words. We are just now getting past the Club Penguin obsession.
It's been 7 months.
But, are webkinz nicer than Transformers? Because that's the latest "crack" in this house.
B.
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