Dave's cousin and I have been having a lovely little twitter exchange over the Sing-a-ma-jigs (is that what they are officially called?)
Not only do I find these things creepy and WICKED annoying.
I kinda think their mouths are well...inappropriate looking. I mean maybe I'm the only one going there...but I can't be the only one going there?
Here is this random stranger I met in the store, who decided to help me browse the Sing-a-ma-things. He seems just as perturbed as I am.
Maybe Not?

1 comment:
my daughters discovered this the other day. my husband must be smoking crack because he's considering buying them for Christmas.
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