For Christmas this year, *Mila* was lucky enough to receive a remote controlled pink Barbie Corvette. I picked it up for her and her Dad and signed Gramma's name to it. But the darn thing is possessed. It doesn't matter which level of the house we are on, which room. This thing has a mind of its own and drives erratically around the house. Tonight there was a massive freak attack when it wouldn't stop pouncing on the Barbie shoe display case! Back and forth it went 50 times. All the time *Mila* is hunting for the remote control, the dog is being blamed for sleeping on it while pinning her ears back to her skull. Not one of us was touching the remote as the car drove itself. That's not the only thing that reacts on batteries all by itself here, the toy cash register scans items in the middle of the night and sends me into a frenzy. Fortunately, Barbie put an off switch on her Corvette!
signed, the willow (again)
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