“I want a Wonkadoodle!” Jimmy screamed for the twelfth
time. This time he really wanted his dad’s attention.
His father glanced back at him impatiently. There were things
to do, and he wasn’t sure why he’d allowed himself to be talked into
this detour. This was why he avoided toy stores. They just seemed
like opportunities for his son to act like a brat. “You want a
whatzawhizzle?”
“A Wonkadoodle.” Jimmy corrected with a growl of irritation.
“What’s that?” Father favored him with a look of incomprehension.
Jimmy pointed to a toy robot alien looking thing. Father frowned, clearly unimpressed by the
toy. “That looks silly.”
“It lights up, talks, sings, dances, and learns!”
“I wish you would learn not to be interested in such goofiness.” Father lamented.
“Dad. It’s a Wonkadoodle. It’s amazing. Look at it and try to imagine how many hours I can play
with it, teaching it.”
“I imagine about an hour and a half before you’re bored with it. Besides, that’s what dogs are
for. Teach Rex a new trick instead of wasting $42 on this piece of rubber and plastic.”
“Everyone has one, and I need one desperately.”
Father shrugged. “You need to fix your thinking. I never had one, and I’m fine. In fact, when I
was little, kids played with sticks and balls and rolled old tires down the street.”
Jimmy stared aghast at his father. Sticks and balls? What sort of Stone Age punishment was
that? How awful. “You guys didn’t even have handheld video games and smart phones?”
“We had rotary phones on the wall and a computer with a screen as big as a TV set. We
survived somehow, and I came out of childhood unscathed, and a bit healthier than you. You’re
looking a bit pudgy these days. Maybe you need more exercise and less toys.”
Jimmy was about to go full meltdown. Somehow, the conversation had turned from the
Wonkadoodle toy to the golden days of father’s childhood to him getting chubby. “DAD!”
“No way. We’re done, and we’re certainly not buying that piece of junk.”
It was over; the dream was crushed. Jimmy deflated.
“Wait for your birthday.” Father mumbled as he dragged his son from the aisle.
Jimmy grinned. Maybe there was still a chance, and maybe by then, a newer version would be
out. Magazines had been talking about Wonkadoodle Alpha. Would he be the first person he knew to
own one?