So last Christmas the boy got one of his favorite toys from his Uncle Mark. A set of G.I. Joes (the good guys). Uncle Mark and I used to play with GI Joe’s quite a lot. Ultra realism became the sport as we got older, and many a soldier fell victim on the battlefield in progressively realistic ways. I believe the grand finale involved banana (very tiny) fire crackers placed strategically on the action figures and set in a defensive position on the front mailbox. Unfortunately, Cobra won that day – but that is another story.
So yesterday the boy came running into the living room singing the themesong. (The game included a GI-Joe logo that makes sounds when you push the button – one of the sounds is the old themesong – yeah, you know the one… Fight for freedom, wherever there’s trouble, GI Joe is THERE!!!! .. etc.) The only trouble is that my son seems to be showing symptoms of chronic lyricosis, something his mother has struggled with for years, insisting that Groove is in the House instead of the Heart.
The shout of “Eee Eye Joe!!!!” was heard throughout the house, and laughter once again ensued.
You are just wrong — so very, very wrong. :P~~~
Kelly, do you remember Philip’s response the one time we wanted to play with his Action Man (that’s capital A and capital M)?
“He’s not a Ken Doll, he’s Action Man!” were his exact words. The anguish in his voice echoes down through the decades since.
He was not surrending that doll! No way, no siree! No matter how much begging and pleading was involved.
Far out…