Thursday, March 16, 2006
With a Bop-O come great responsibility
8 got a Spiderman Bop-O for Christmas. For those of you who didn't know the toy by this name it is an inflatable punching bag that stands on the floor and stands up after being punched down.
I didn't know until I inflated this that it calls for a water ballast in the bottom to weigh it down and aid in the standing up function. 8 promptly started doing death bomb dives from the top bunk on to the Bop-O. I was afraid the water would go everywhere but that vinyl victim stood up to the punishment from it's arch enemy, the little boy. That is it took the punishment until one fate filled day the water bladder ruptured. It was in my luck that the rupture was between the water bladder and the air bladder. So now we have a three foot tall water balloon apparently begging the little boy to teach it a lesson. It has been 3 months since this happened and 8 hasn't played with it. I went on a cleaning frenzy this week and the Bop-O was slated for termination. I snuck it down stairs and was slicing it open with my pocket knife so I could empty the water quickly and dispose of the body. I insert the knife effortlessly and run it down the side. I heard crying, not from spidy but from the top of the stairs where 8 saw the whole thing. He was so sad he couldn't talk. I explained my rational logic. More stunned sad silence. I avoided taking him through the garage for the rest of the day so he wouldn't see the kill zone.
He seems to have forgotten about it, I don't remember what I did to distract him. But let me tell you the house looks neat and tidy:)
yours remorselessly,
heartless bastard daddy
I didn't know until I inflated this that it calls for a water ballast in the bottom to weigh it down and aid in the standing up function. 8 promptly started doing death bomb dives from the top bunk on to the Bop-O. I was afraid the water would go everywhere but that vinyl victim stood up to the punishment from it's arch enemy, the little boy. That is it took the punishment until one fate filled day the water bladder ruptured. It was in my luck that the rupture was between the water bladder and the air bladder. So now we have a three foot tall water balloon apparently begging the little boy to teach it a lesson. It has been 3 months since this happened and 8 hasn't played with it. I went on a cleaning frenzy this week and the Bop-O was slated for termination. I snuck it down stairs and was slicing it open with my pocket knife so I could empty the water quickly and dispose of the body. I insert the knife effortlessly and run it down the side. I heard crying, not from spidy but from the top of the stairs where 8 saw the whole thing. He was so sad he couldn't talk. I explained my rational logic. More stunned sad silence. I avoided taking him through the garage for the rest of the day so he wouldn't see the kill zone.
He seems to have forgotten about it, I don't remember what I did to distract him. But let me tell you the house looks neat and tidy:)
yours remorselessly,
heartless bastard daddy
// posted by Bo @ 3:05 PM 
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