Today I have become a hostage negotiator. The hostage? Well I can’t show you that but let me show you his twin who, thankfully, is still here and unharmed:
WiiOne’s brother, WiiTwo, was kidnapped and is now being held for ransom. I did not receive a ransom note. This kidnapper is clever. She knew a note could be traced back to her. No, I received a phone call from the kidnapper.
“If you ever want to see WiiTwo alive again, you will leave your house at exactly 6 p.m. You will drive to Garden City. Make sure you are not followed. Once there, you will see an ice cream store. You’ll recognize it by the crowd of college students hanging around inside and out.
Go inside the ice cream store. Buy some ice cream and then put the rest of your money into the big glass jar with the sorority name on it. Then, and only then, will your WiiTwo be returned to you.”
Oh, will the horror never end? Can you imagine being forced to buy ice cream and make a donation to charity in order to pay off a kidnapper?
Or should that be a remote-napper? No, that sounds like someone who is napping remotely. A controller-napper? No that sounds like some public official. Toynapper?
Eat some ice cream for me…just for good measure!
Aww, you have a little wii-napper. How appropriate that it’s the wee one doing it! Smart girl!
Ah, the things we do for our kiddos! It’s such a sacrifice to eat that ice cream, isn’t it!?! I might need a rec for her sorority in 12 years for Linus…I could use ice cream too!
Bite your tongue if you ever say your life is boring!
looks like you are going to have to suck it up and eat some ice cream. Those darn wii-nappers…when will this madness end?
Checking in to make sure your son is ok.