It’s Christmas morning. Your child unwraps their big present under the sparkling lights of the Christmas tree. Their eyes shine bright when they see it… the Sock Puppet!
Your child thanks you. Bows to you. Kisses your feet. Hugs your leg so tightly you lose circulation in your feet. Then they go upstairs to play with their Sock Puppet. A few minutes go by…
“It’s not working right!” screams your little angel from upstairs.
“Just a minute,” you say, a bottle of cheap scotch in hand. The thing’s gotta be within factory warranty. So you’ll ship it to Hong Kong and they’ll send you a new one. It might take a few months to a year, but at some point your child will own a working, felt-covered social media monkey robot.
And isn’t that what Christmas is really about?