Mr. Man

Last night, Colin got another belated birthday present.

Remember this awesome game?

It's been updated since I was a kid, but is still the same premise. A tiny pair of metal tweezers; a caricature of a man (officially named "Mr. Man" here at our house) with 13 or so cut out areas--with metal around all the edges--in which you put little plastic pieces; and you must use the metal tweezers to "operate" on your patient and remove the ailing parts without touching any of the edges. IF you happen to hit the metal edges, the man's giant red nose lights up and you hear a loud buzzing sound, indicating you have failed, and it is the next player's turn.



Colin, so far, loves this game. And, he's pretty good at it, too.



He and Cameron were taking turns "operating" this afternoon. Colin would take the tweezers, and successfully remove a piece; then, he would hand over the tweezers to Cameron, who would buzz almost instantly upon trying to go for a piece.



Colin would laugh; Cameron would scowl, and then hand the tweezers over to Col.



It went on this way for several minutes. I was waiting....waiting....waiting....



I knew it was going to happen, and it did.



Sweet Cameron got fed up.



He leaned over to go for another piece, and yet again, the buzzer screamed and the man's nose lit up like a Christmas tree.



Cameron then proceeded to bend down, get nose to nose with Mr. Man, and say, in a very low, growly voice:



"Would you STOP buzzing at me, little man?"