Mom Alert:
Someone has developed a technique of sucking every brain cell out of a parent's head while adding beau coups of chores to their day.
It's called Webkinz and once a child gets one, the parents are doomed.
If you don't know what I am talking about, here's what they are:
It's an evil force that parades around like a cute little cuddly stuffed animal. Similar to Beanie Babies, only way softer. And for good measure, the mark of the beast, or Webkinz "W" is on their paw, so it's officially a Webkin.
In my childhood, stuffed animals served ONE purpose: to collect dust. But in this day and age, they have concocted a far more time-consuming role for stuffed animals.
The Webkin is given a SECRET CODE. And you are encouraged to go to a special website and adopt your Webkin. But that's only the start.
You, as the good parent, spend an hour and a half reading over the site making sure it's safe. You register the pet (keeping in mind it is and only ever will be a STUFFED ANIMAL!!)
You print out all the special secret information they give you such as passwords and codes.
You breathe a sigh of relief that this drudgery is finally over when lo and behold you realize the fun has just begun. Your child is now interested in becoming a responsible parent. As a responsible parent yourself, you'd be hornswaggled if you didn't support their newfound interest in responsible parenthood. So you engage in navigating this far-too-complicated-for-small-children website whilst reading your child every word, so they can be a part of the whole thing; after all, they did just adopt a 'real' stuffed animal.
You earn money to clothe, bathe, and entertain the Webkin. You buy it a bed, a toilet, and other Stuffed Animal essentials. It just goes on and on. Then its hungry again. You get my drift?
See? Masquerading as an innocent stuffed animal, but I warn you, it's a wolf in sheep's clothing. Err.. Webkinz clothing.
Either way, this lengthy gripe session was all to prepare you for the most horrible confession of all.
I spent hours last night online trying to earn Webkinz money so I wouldn't have to spend so much time today trying to.
Sheesh!
3 comments:
Oh no - first it was pokemon, now it's webkinz! That is one part of parenthood I am not looking forward to at all.
By the way, I really like your use of the word "hornswaggled."
The worst part is, they don't seem to grow tired of it very quickly. Mine have had theirs since this past winter and it's still a big deal. My saving grace is a 7 year old who can do it himself and also help his little sister. Julia has learned to do a lot of it herself though, once she's logged in. So maybe J will get the hang of it soon and you won't spend the rest of your life parenting a Webkinz. What a scam those Webkinz people have going on, huh?
PS. Did you notice that the pet will "die" in one year? That way you can spend money on a new one! Yea!!!
that's why boys are cool. they're happy with just a match box car or some dirt. ;)
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