Every Christmas has the latest and greatest toy craze. I remember the year it was Cabbage Patch dolls. It was the only item on our daughters wish list. When I saw them in the stores I was all set to pick one up and put it away for Christmas but the hubs....he of the procrastination gene...said "no need to get it now and have it laying around in the road for weeks. There will lots just before Christmas." Yeah..right! By Christmas there wasn't one to be found in the city. His mother stood in a line up for hours and finally snagged one where she lived.
One year the Furbie was the latest and greatest. Cute little guys that slept and woke and talked and generally drove you batty. It was a big hit for about a week and then the batteries were pulled and it was tossed in a storage bin. Even the kids couldn't stand it.
This year the big draw is something called a Hatchimal. Imagine my surprise to find it is nothing but a Furbie on steroids. It comes in an egg that, with a little encouragement from your body heat, hatches into a Hartchimal. You can then teach your Hatchimal to walk and talk and sing. Like I said, a Furbie on steroids. Two weeks after Christmas I can guarantee you'll be pulling the batteries out and crying 'uncle'.