Death by Dreidel

So far, this has truly been the Chanukah of the Dreidel. Colleen’s really getting into the whole “doing it right” thing, so she’s learning the menorah prayers and bought herself one of these itsy bitsy dreidels, and some mint M&M’s to use for gelt (since the store where we bought the dreidel didn’t have proper gelt). I kind of like the teeny dreidel… it’s maneuverable, and seems to be weighted on the gimel side, so I’m always down with the gelt. It’s awesome.

But, today I got a very special package from a good friend, with what I’m officially terming “Super Dreidel”. It’s about three inches tall. It’s somewhat heavy. It has a wind-up springified top. And, oh yeah, it does this:

Doesn’t it make your heart go all a’flutter? It certainly does for me. Even better, the spinning? It is accompanied by music. What could be better, right? Oh yeah, a little bag of gelt. Now that I think of it, this package seems kind of sinister… set my heart a’flutter by Super Dreidel so that I’m feeling faint, then finish me off by putting me in a sugar coma.

Hm. I’d say this were payback for her acknowledging that I, indeed, am a gift-wrapper to be feared, but that whole debacle didn’t take place until today. While the search for the motive continues, I shall (warily, very warily) enjoy my spastic dreidel. Can toys have ADD?