This afternoon, after a long day of adding, subtracting, spelling and — of course — rehearsing her lines, Hannah spent five weeks worth of her allowance on a Shining Star. These stuffed toys are one company’s answer to the
mind-numbing, wallet-emptying insanity of the delightful and captivating Webkinz phenomenon.
Note: If at this point you are wrinkling your brow and thinking, “What the [very bad word] is she talking about?” please know that you are among an extremely fortunate few, and enjoy the fact that nobody is lining up behind you and fighting with her sister about who gets to borrow your computer to adopt “Pickles the Platypus” while you make dinner.
Hannah’s room is littered with stuffed pets. They have a way of taking over the house, not to mention being mostly forgotten, so I have thrown away more purple kitties and pink elephants and fluffy puppies than I can count (I know. I’m the Meanest Mom Ever. I’m over it.) Still, Hannah wanted a Shining Star so much that she chose to save her money until she could buy one herself.
There are 24 varieties of these little critters. There’s a tiger and a monkey and hey, I think the penguin’s pretty cute.
Guess which one Hannah chose and named “Wilbur”?
She’s planning to take Wilbur to school tomorrow to see if she can get her (yes, her) a gig as a stage prop.
I can’t argue with the logic. An employed pig is safe from the smokehouse.