Jeff and I have no intention of allowing Santa to bring her Hungry Hungry Hippos. While I loved the game as a child, I'm well aware that my sister and I didn't so much play the game as pound wildly on the little levers, creating a cacophony of sound and causing marbles to fly in all directions. I remember my Mom yelling at us pretty much anytime we played the game, and now that I'm a mom myself I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND. The game would drive me nuts. To say nothing of how tempted Chloe would be by the little white
We were, however, at a bit of a loss as to how to let Maya know that Santa might not bring her this coveted toy. She was oblivious to hints that maybe Santa wouldn't bring everything she wished for. We tried telling her that maybe Santa wouldn't know where to get Hungry Hungry Hippos. "Don't worry, he'll just make it in his toy shop", Maya reassured us. Thankfully, I finally had a brainwave. I told her I looked the game up on the computer and the computer told me that the game was only for older children, and Santa would know this and wouldn't be able to bring her Hungry Hungry Hippos this year, but maybe another year when she was old enough, if she still wanted it she could ask again. Amazingly, she accepted this without complaint. "Maybe when I am 9, that will be old enough."
Phew. Crisis averted.
Now to start planning some media awareness discussions before she falls for the next toy ad ...