. . . we're out of this world. Instead we are visiting the
Webkins world. My deepest appreciation for the very thoughtful woman at church who thought she was giving us something
nice when she gave each of my boys a Webkins animal. While it was a very thoughtful gift (because I could see how hard it was for her to part with the Webkins she let me choose from for the boys), she inadvertantly spread her addiction. We now spend an inordinate amount of hours on the computer each day feeding, dressing, bathing, and earning money to buy
stuff for our
virtual pets!!! OK, yeah. The real ones (dogs) haven't been played with for days (weeks?). And chores here? To care for the
REAL people who live in
THIS house? Ummm . . . no.
Never fear. Mom didn't get a Webkins, so she's safe. Right? Wrong. I Webkins-sit. For my children. Whether they want me to or not.
"Hey! Get off the computer so I can earn
fake money to buy
fake stuff and
fake food for a
fake pet
that isn't even mine!!!"
Why can't I come up with some kind of goofball idea that people will pursue with a frenzy so I can make millions? Of course, in order to do that, I have to log off the Webkins world. Isn't happening anytime soon.
