Yesterday Rob did a bit of a robot theme day for the girls. He got out their old robot costumes he made for them some time ago out of diaper wipe boxes with cut-out arm holes, mega-blocks lego, duct tape and electrical fixtures. They rented a robot movie and they each got a robot toy from Toy 'R Us. It was Kaylee's toy that started it all.
Her robot had little motorized wheels under the bottom for propulsion. Kaylee was playing with it and put it on my head. Faster then you can say, "Danger, Will Robinson," the little wheel had sucked up my hair and wound it into the inside of the nasty creature. It was stuck fast to my scalp via very tightly wound hair.
Yes, it hurt.
Kaylee was good enough to turn the robot off so the wheels would stop turning, but it was too late. It was stuck fast, and I couldn't pull it off.
I went upstairs to Rob to seek assistance with my dilemma - a toy robot stuck to my head.
Well it took some doing. For a while we thought we'd have to smash the toy or shave a chunk of my hair off on the top of my head. But finally we worked the monster loose, and returned Kaylee's toy to her unharmed.
I've never trusted robots.
2 comments:
So this is how the worldwide enslavement of humanity will begin!
But thankfully, an elite force of other bald geezers and I are immune to your evil mechanized overlord's scalp attacks. And so with glowing cranial skin caps, we will fight for your freedom!
My hero.
Post a Comment