Every Christmas it seems that there is always one gift (usually a toy or gadget) that you just can't get enough of. It's usually not your own, however, which is sad. A few years ago my nephew got a
Rokenbok set and Gina and I played with it for hours. I still want one of my own but nobody takes the request seriously (it took me years to convince people that I wanted a remote control car, then one year I received two!).
This year the toy that took up most of my playing time wasn't a gift to me, either. It was a
Robosapien. After playing with it I'm not convinced I need (or want) one. It was a gift from B & T to their mom (somewhat suspicious, I'd say - as the claim was that it could help mom around the house).
After much playing I was able to get the little fellow to pick up a balled-up sock. It has a design feature that is supposed to allow it to throw objects but it really only manages to throw them straight down. I couldn't get it to hurl anything across the room. One thing I found it did really well was torment their dog, a young Shih Tzu cross. I would advance the robosapien up to the dog and throw out a karate-chop, complete with robot making a
hi-yah sound. Or get it to sneak up behind and let out a huge belch.Perhaps Sonnet would really love one of these!
Overall the thing seems designed much like the sterotypical male: it whistles cat-calls, belches, throws karate-chops and pelvic thrusts and has a hard time picking up the laundry. But it throws like a girl.
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