Welcome to this week’s Friday Five!  Today, in the spirit of school holidays, we’re going to take a trip down memory lane and re-visit the time Scott bought Sophie a Furby.  Enjoy.

So as you all know, Scott got back from a work trip earlier this week and brought home some (ahem) magnificent gifts. Except there was one item missing from the list.  Ladies and Gentleman, I present to you, The Furby…

Yes, that is a photo of Furby taken by me in my car.  Random, I know, but let me explain.

1. So Scott gets home on Monday, gives Sophie the Furby.  Sophie is beside herself with excitement, tears open the box, whacks in the batteries, downloads the app to her iPod (yes, 2013 Furby comes with an app) and BAM! She’s bossing that thing around like, well, like a boss.  So far, so good.
2. Tuesday morning, Sophie decides to take Furby with us in the car on the way to school.  Furby is being particularly loud and I ask Sophie if she can please turn The Furbster down.  Sadly, she can’t because there’s no volume button.  Fabulous.  I didn’t really want to listen to the radio anyway.
3. We get to school, pull up at the drop off zone and as Sophie is getting out of the car she informs me that “Furby should go to sleep soon.  He’s just a bit excited this morning.”  Excellent!
4. Furby does not stop babbling, giggling, waffling, laughing, pooing (no, you did not read that incorrectly.  Furby totally does Number Twos (on a regular basis I might add, complete with what can only be described as Vicious Bathroom Related Sound Effects), opening his eyes, flapping his ears & singing for THE NEXT 20 MINUTES. FFS.  I ACTUALLY WOULDN’T MIND LISTENING TO THE RADIO AT SOME POINT TODAY.
5. So I calmly pull up at my destination, the local esplanade, which ironically is a very calm and tranquil part of the world.  Yes, usually the bay water laps every so gently at the shoreline while I go for my walk and think about pretty much nothing except how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful part of the world.  But not today.  Because that damn Furby would not SHUT UP.  So I picked him/her/it up and said, “Go to sleep.”  (Yes, I am well aware what that would have looked like to randoms walking past the car) And do you know that that cheeky thing said back to me?…

“Haha.  Hilarious.”

Not. Even. Kidding.

Trust Scott to pick up the only Furby on the shelf that has an attitude problem!

On an entirely unrelated note, if you have someone in your life that you really don’t like, A Furby would make the ideal Christmas Gift!

Do your kids own a Ferby?  Does it have behaviour issues too or is ours the only one?!