Serafina

So The Little Person Who Lives in Our House has a Figit.

Her name is Serafina.

She talks.

Kind of cool, except when it's left on and I come down to the kitchen at 4 a.m. to get a glass of orange juice before my workout.

And Serafina senses my presence. And starts talking to me.

Loudly.

Echoing through the kitchen.

In a panic, I grab Serafina to try to shut her off. But she likes this and says, "What do you wanna do now?"

I walk her through the kitchen and into the mud room and set her down. Her face is glowing in the darkness, eyes beaming at me.

I walk away, thinking as long as I'm not near her, she won't talk.

Wrong.

"Wanna dance?" she asks.

Just as she asks "have any good jokes?" I find the button to shut her off.

And the house is quiet once again.

Eerie.

Comments

[Beth]

They keep making toys that are creepier and creepier.