The other day I needed to clean up the living room and didn’t feel like it so I slumped down in the computer chair to take a look at the task before me.  Then, Jayden came in and handed me a walkie-talkie.  He wanted to play.  ”Why not?” I thought.  ”At least I don’t have to move.”  We started communicating back and forth, and I got the greatest idea.  

“Jayden, come in, Jayden.  We have reports of a Buzz Lightyear on the living room floor.  Can you confirm that report?  Repeat, do you see a Buzz Lightyear?  Over.”

“Sure, mommy!  I see him.  Over.”

“Great, Jayden!    Send him home, buddy - please put him in the toy tub.  Over.”

“Jayden, come in, Jayden.  We have another report coming in.  It says there is an Optimus Prime Transformer on the living room floor.  Can you confirm that report?  Repeat, do you see an Optimus Prime Transformer?  Over.”

It only lasted about five minutes, but he did put all his toys away, and my job became a little less tedious.  So thanks, Uncle Cory, for the awesome Christmas present.  Walkie-Talkies are cool.