The Annoying Thing

You tell me; what is better than being the fun uncle (or aunt as it were)? See, without kids of my own, I get to indulge the little ones in my life with all the sugar, rowdiness and toys that make noise as I want. Because when the sun sets, I go home and leave the parents to deal with the aftermath. Evil ... yes ... but fun as hell.

Take, for example, the gift I bought for my friends' two-year-old son Felix. There I was in Target and how could I resist a toy aptly named 'The Annoying Thing' that dances to a horrible few seconds of a horrible song over and over again? I mean ... really ... I had no choice but to buy it.