William discovered that his little computerized robot has a wonderful feature: It records him and plays it back.
"Hi, wobot!" (robot answers, "Hi wobot.") Small boy giggles hysterically, and it was funny to watch him practically ROFL as they say.
Soon that developed into "This is little cat." ("This is little cat.") Hysterical giggles. "This gramma's clock." ("This gramma's clock.") "This gramma's kitchen." (Ditto.) This 'nuther one gramma's clock." and so on and so on and so on. Every time the robot spoke, William would burst into hysterical laughter. This went on for hours, and he was the happiest kid you ever heard, laughing and laughing and laughing.
Two days later: he has discovered that if he screams at it, it screams back. That seems to be even funnier. He's howling with laughter, and 'wobot' has become the best friend he's ever had. 'Wobot' and he are inseparable. At bedtime it is taken away and he is desperately unhappy about this.
Gramma's a fairly patient woman, but yesterday she woke up with a headache so violent that turning her head made her really, really sick. It's been going around, but I thought that I'd missed it. I came to the couch in the middle of the night and lay very very still. I was too sick to take aspirin. I woke up to one small boy holding his beloved 'wobot' and screaming in his little 'wobot' face. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Feeling like the party pooper of the century, I said, "William, please don't scream anymore."
Bless his little cotton socks, he tried. He'd whisper for a couple of exchanges but unable to contain himself, he soon was screaming in the robot's face again. It went on all day. Even after my head finally stopped, and my stomach settled, he was still screaming. If the robot was taken away, he screamed even louder. He was given time-outs. He screamed.
This morning, I woke up and felt much better. Not 100%, but definately better. Good enough to go to school, but I knew that it would be a rough day. I said to Brianna, "You know, if that robot comes up missing today when we come back home, it would not be a bad thing."
We got home tonight and the very first thing that William did was head off looking for his wobot. Bless her heart Brianna has hidden it very well. We told him that the robot has taken a trip to outer space and that he will be back tomorrow night.
The little stinker is pretty upset about that. I feel sort of guilty about it. But sane.