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Hmmm? Poking your eye with a red hot poker might be more fun. I’ve never been more frustrated with anything in my life as I have with these damn things. I thought having a son would expose me to Lightning McQueen, probably Thomas the Tank, Batman, Spiderman and those sorts of things but not Transformers. I had heard of them but my son was given a huge box full of the damn things.

My world is now full of ‘Autobots’ (the good guys) and ‘Decepticons’ (the bad guys) and intricate, twisted plastic parts that twist and turn and interlock into each other to transform from a simple vehicle of some sort to a lean, mean fighting machine. It’s when I’m trying to wash up or read blogs (how dare my kids interrupt me) that my son asks me to help him. I don’t have a clue in hell how these things ‘click’ together.


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Here’s a comprehensive list of the different types of Transformers and their ‘how to’ sheets on how to transform them if you get stuck. Or if you want to frustrate your husband after a hard’s days work, give it to him. They’re just ridiculous. My nearly 5 year old son loves them and I found him putting on the “Transformers” movie today which is only suitable for children aged over 12 years of age. He knows all the names and what they transform to and from. How did he learn this stuff? He was only given the box of Transformers a couple months ago. I’m sure it’s a sixth sense with half of the kids that they just know this stuff.

So to all you Mothers of sons out there, try to avoid any contact between your son and Transformers or else you’ll be poking your eyes out in no time. Who invents these toys?