Let's bring back the good old days, when dad went out in a blizzard on Christmas Eve, spent six hours standing on line, and fought off three crazed 80's moms with triangular metal earrings to get me Pauly Jason Cabbage Patch Kid. At least that toy resembled a human. Sorry Muhammad Ali, but my dad is the greatest.
As a grandfather now, Dad says I need to make my kids more afraid of me, (as they climb on his lap and box his ears). I know he's right. Maybe if I buy one of these yucky things, that will make me scarier. Problem solved, dad. Thank you, China!