The Battle at Hamster Wheel

You always hear of parents getting all these presents for the their kids and either 1) they like the box and the wrapping paper more than the present or 2) they use the present for two minutes and then derive some "new, improved" way of using their new toy that usually involves danger.

Noah got a blow-up hamster wheel for Christmas which he likes very much and learned how to run around the house in it. It was very cool.

Then Noah decided that his hamster wheel was a better fort than a wheel, so it turned into Noah hiding in the fort and popping out and throwing balls at us.

However, things took a turn for the worst when Noah realized that he was fighting a losing battle. 4 adults against 1 toddler hardly seemed fair, so Noah insisted that Daddy join his side. (I tell Noah that I am always there for him and ready to stand by his side to fight the storms of life with him, but this really wasn't what I had in mind.)

3 adults against Noah and Daddy seemed to work for Noah, but the only problem was that while Noah could duck down and avoid the shrapnel from the enemies' ball grenades, Daddy, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't get his fat head out of the line of fire!


So Noah tried to even the score once again. This time he recruited his H2 to come and fight with us against the Axis of Evil. So now it was: 3 adults vs. 1 Toddler, 1 Daddy, and a Hummer H2.

The Battle at Hamster Wheel raged on and on, neither side giving in. The standstill eeked on until hunger overtook both sides and Daddy's leg fell asleep, so they agreed to make peace, not war, and break bread together.