major...."Biped! Open our present from Uncle."
groan, moan, rip
biped...."Oh darn, it needs batteries."
major....."This is soooo cool biped."
major....."Biped! Look I gots a tank for Christmas."
angel...."Do you think we should tell her that the toy is in pieces on the counter."
smudge...."Nah let her enjoy herself. Who knows when the biped will find the batteries."
Update.....A million years ago when da biped used to work, she had a friend named Tommy who was a vetran of the Korean war. Medical care then was not what it is today so when he got injured it took so long to get help that he ended up paralyzed and eventually assigned a humongous electric wheel chair. It left Tommy a wee bit bitter to say the least. So when Operation Desert Storm came along Tommy was sitting there in the cafeteria and said that he'd gotten a letter from the Army. He stated that they wanted to throw a card board box over him and his wheel chair and call him a tank. When I saw Major in her box it reminded me of my old friend.