The genius of Skylanders

Jeff writes: It’s Christmas morning. I’m awoken from my slumber by the excited sounds of the boys carrying on. My wife, stating the obvious, says, “I think the boys are up.” This year, Santa had decided to leave the stockings in the boys’ rooms rather than by the fireplace so that hopefully they’d be preoccupied with those and mommy and daddy could get a few more precious minutes of sleep. Thanks for that, Santa. And then I hear Malcolm, the four year old, exclaim…

“I got a SKYLANDER!!! It’s Chop Chop!”

And with that, I silently curse that fat jolly old elf. For I knew what that meant.

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