That when The Backyardigans doesn’t come on, you should not–repeat, NOT–apply a wooden boat ornament to the screen forcefully and repeatedly.
We will be holding a memorial service for the LeapPad later this week. In lieu of gifts, please send cash donations to:
Gbot’s second LeapPad fund, c/o Gbot’s mother.
And so three Christmas lessons have been learned: 1. If you are frustrated with your LeapPad, do not assault it enthusiastically with a wooden boat ornament. 2. Spend only half of what you can afford on a gift for your three-year-old, especially if it is electronic, because there is an excellent chance that you will soon be purchasing a second one. 3. The day after Christmas is apparently an extremely popular day for shopping. If, on this day, you find yourself in the market for a popular electronic device for three-year-olds, do not bother to attempt to actually shop for it. You may find yourself having a conversation like this:
Recorded Voice: “Please continue holding. There are (pause) FOUR (pause) guests ahead of you in line.”
Person, twelve minutes later: “Customer care, how can I help you.”
Me: “Hello. Could you please tell me if you have any LeapPad2’s on your shelves?”
Person: “I’ll check on that for you.”
Eight minutes later: “I’m having a hard time getting that information. Hold please.”
Six minutes later: “It’s hard to tell in our system.”
Me: “Umm…Could you look on the shelf?”
Person with obvious irritation: “Honey, if I walk across the store, fifteen people are gonna stop me to ask for something.”
Me: “Okay! Sorry! I didn’t know!”
Person: “No trucks delivered yesterday, because it was Christmas. The day before was Christmas Eve. The shelves were vacant. Check back tonight. There is a truck due in. Something might be unloaded. There’s a chance.”
Me: “Okay! Okay! Thank you! And I’m so sorry I even considered paying the company you work for for a product built for three-year-olds that can’t even withstand a bit of fisticuffs with a wooden boat ornament! Keep your shipload of WimpPads!”
(I did not actually say that last part out loud.)
Meanwhile, the perpetrator of the original incident had fallen asleep in the back seat. I had let him think that That Was That, no second chances for someone who doesn’t use the Accompanying Stylus to communicate with one’s LeapPad, and perhaps the tears and trauma had worn him out. It was the first nap he’d taken in five days.
I can’t honestly say it wasn’t worth it.