So, I take my eldest to the supermarket…

…specifically to play with the gumball machines and whatnot; because, well, he’s a kid and that’s what you do, especially when the kid’s got some change and you want to teach him about money and stuff.  So there’s one of those claw grab games: two tries for a buck, and now I know why the kid insisted on bringing one of his precious dollars.  So I explain to him the rules, show him how to run the controls, carefully explain about how he’s not automatically going to win… and, under my excellent tutelage, he doesn’t.

OK, so we play with the gumball machines.  We get some candy.  We drop some candy and it rolls.  We look at the candy. We get some more candy.  I swear at one particularly broken device that apparently makes its profit from getting quarters jammed into it.  We get ready to go, I see the claw game, I see we have two quarters left, and I ask my kid if he wants to try it again. Of course.  So I step back to let him lose on his own.

You, of course, know where this is going.


Five seconds, max: my kid casually more or less scraped the claw along the interior wall  and overbalanced this… whatever it is… off the side.  Needless to say, he had exactly the right amount of I’m not sure why this is supposed to be such a challenge, Father attitude about it all that I fondly remember from my own childhood; I have such a  profound sympathy for my own parents now.  My dad so totally needed a blog.

Moe Lane

PS: Seriously, what the hell is that thing?

7 thoughts on “So, I take my eldest to the supermarket…”

  1. Looks like a Domo-kun in an Ohio state jersey. The Internet tells me that Domo eats kittens and probably haunts Japanese pop culture, but that’s all I know.

    1. Yep, Domo-kun. You ave a nice opening to explain (or learn, as appropriate) another invasive Japanese species.

  2. Piece of sh** buckeye, toss in the trash and teach your kid the importance of having values and standards. I would not let that infect my house

  3. Odd that’s there giving out Ohio State paraphernalia near you. Don’t you live out near Baltimore somewhere?

  4. Oh, come on, they’re all over the place, they’re viral, there are games and dolls and stickers and videos . . . .

    It’s an Angry Turd doll.

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