To whom do I direct a cosmic complaint?
|One at a time, people, or I swear to Me I'll start smiting.|
|Also, was she supposed to be five feet tall at birth?|
It's just that I had no complaints with PDaughter v1. I didn't need the upgrade yet. We were all so happy with the grade school model. I remember her first day of kindergarten. She was tiny. She had a mouth full of baby teeth. Those have already fallen out, and we're having to hold their replacements together with braces. That's a workmanship problem, if you ask me. Also, she couldn't pronounce her "r"s very well. It was really cute, and yes, PDaughter v2 can say them correctly, but it wasn't an issue I would have rushed to address, given the choice.
|I might have gone for the attitude tune-up first.|
Some of the new features are interesting, granted. It's pretty cool that she likes art museums and musical theatre. It was cool when she liked Elmo, too, but this seems to be a user-friendly advancement in the technology. On the other hand, all of a sudden we can't pay kid's price when we go anywhere. I know progress is costly, but really, why is everything more expensive now?
Oh, and her fuel costs have skyrocketed. Frankly, PDaughter v2 eats like a horse. She's always hungry. And along with that, she keeps outgrowing her clothes. Which also cost more because they're bigger and trendier. What I wouldn't give to be able to put her in onesies again. They don't make them in her size. I checked.
|That's maybe not a bad thing.|
But I'm not going down that road just yet. I've got to learn to navigate this sixth-grade hardware that's landed in my lap. I'm not too happy about it. I've already discovered that there are no returns or refunds, which strikes me as very poor customer service indeed. Not every consumer is ready to upgrade as soon as you'd like her to. I would have held on to PDaughter v1 a little longer. Just a little. Because I'm going to miss her.
|Heck, I still miss Pong.|