I have a Furby Boom.
Say hello to Doo-wah, not to be confused with Doo-dah.
BB was in hospital last week, and the kind folks at Asda sent her a new Furby Boom to cheer her up.
It worked, but possibly at the expense of my sanity.
I have had a furby before, when I was 21 and at college in New Jersey. I don’t remember owing said Furby (alcohol clearly wipes out memory cells) but I do have a picture in a photo album proving it to be true. Plus when I pleaded on Facebook last night for how to turn the Furby off my college roommate reminded me of our earlier Furby experience.
Having a Furby Boom is like having a fourth child but without the sibling squabbles.
The kids love Doo-wah, but sweet mother of the lord, it never shuts up. It is like a toy on acid. It tells me off for calling it Doo-dah, bashing his eyes together in annoyance and crying ‘doo-wah, doo-wah.’ When I get it wrong for the third time, it actually rolls it eyes and says to me ‘hilarious’ with a voice heavy with irony.
But BB, she loves her new furry friend. They chat together all day in a mixture of alien and childish chatter. It is permanently positioned under her arm talking incessantly.
What mother could take the batteries out of her daughters new found love?
That would be me!
Every night at 7pm and then I pop them back in at 7am. Furby free time – priceless.
You can buy a Furby Boom at Asda for £54.00
Furbys need food – if they don’t want the banana, pop your finger in their mouth to satisfy their empty furry bellies.
You can download a Furby app and make sure it is always fed, watered and clean. Right now the kids are doing this, I imagine it will soon fall to me.
Furby’s need sleep – but they prefer to sleep whilst you are awake and then chatter all night.
Furby’s need to play, and make new friends.
Many thanks to Asda for our loud and lovely new friend!