When Curly was young, a talking Barney was the big “have to have toy”. Gizmo Guy and I were ready to toss that big purple dinosaur out the window as more often than not, when we’d check on Curly before we went to bed, Barney would have fallen off the bed and we’d step on the darn thing and he’d start talking. There’s nothing more scarey than Barney talking to you in a dark room. *shudder*
Well. Until now.
First off, can you imagine the batteries this guy’s going to use? Secondly, do kids really need their toys to entertain them like this? What happened to letting them use their imagination?
And I hate to say this, as cute as Elmo is, does anyone else find this toy a little … creepy?