Lions and Tigers and... Baby Einstein Dinosaurs? Oh My!

See this little critter here? Well, he's a monster. A scary evil crazy monster.

Sure, he may seem innocent and sweet, but he's not. He's terrifying.

The other night after a fun evening of playing with Weebie, we put him to bed and enjoyed some queues from our Netflix. We watched two and a half hours worth of stuff and then made our way to the bedroom to get ready to head to Sleepy Town. I finished brushing my teeth and doing my thang before the ole Husbster so I hopped in to bed and popped in my super hot mouth guard.

I'm telling ya, it doesn't get any cuter than that.

As I laid there drifting off sweetly to the hum of the baby monitor and the running water in the bathroom, I heard a faint noise in the background.

Du-doo-doo-du-doo....Du-doo-doo-du-doo....

I popped up and held my breath.

(As if that made things any quieter)

Du-doo-doo-du-doo....Du-doo-doo-du-doo....

I grabbed the monitor. Levi was deep in to Sleepy Town with his little hiney in the air.

Du-doo-doo-du-doo....Du-doo-doo-du-doo....

I freaked.

"HUSBY! STOP BRUSHING YOUR TEETH AND GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW! THERE IS A TOY GOING OFF IN THE LIVING ROOM! OH MY GOODNESS OH MY GOODNESS OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!"

We were in the Living Room all evening long and it was nothing but peace and quiet. No toys went off without being pushed. No freaky dinosaurs acted out. Life was easy.

But as SOON as we went to sleep and the house was dark and quiet, the thing went off. ON IT'S OWN. And I was shaking in my jammies.

I told Husby that if Levi woke in the middle of the night that I was waking him up to go with me because I was NOT walking through that dark Living Room by myself where the evil dino hid. What if it was in a different spot? What if it started playing music as I walked by? Oh my gracious, I had to get rid of this thing!!

I calmly asked Husby if he would dispose of the dinosaur so I could get some rest. He told me no, he'd handle it in the morning.

I tossed.

I turned.

I swear I heard that thing all night.

Du-doo-doo-du-doo....Du-doo-doo-du-doo....

He was out to get me.

When I woke up in the morning, I walked over and pushed him with my toe.

Du-doo-doo-du-doo....Du-du-du-du-du-du-doooooo....it was stuck on the same note and skipping all over the place. The freak.

Husby claims there's a short in it. I claim he's possessed.

Regardless, I hate the toy and want to donate it to Good Will. So I can share the spooks with the needy.

I'm generous like that.



"No, Weebie, NO! We don't play with scary toys."



"Why are we scared of him, Mommy?"

"Because he is bad, Weebie. Very bad."



"He's.....bad, Mommy?"

"Yes, Lovie."



"I've never seen anything bad before. I think I'm scared now."

"It's okay, baby. We'll get you a better toy."



"I'm in!! Yay New Toys!!"



"Get lost, sucker!"