
It is a spy camera and it made me think about my childhood. I've always wanted to be a spy. I could tell you embarrassing stories about playing spy way beyond the appropriate age ("Abort mission!").

Compare that to my little brother's Christmas present. A remote controlled car with a wireless surveillance camera attached to the front which sends a signal to a headset with an eyepiece.
I think I would have had a stroke if I got a gift like that when I was seven... or 25.
4 comments:
I had a career in espionage. My spy camera was an oversized clothespin, as it was 1990 and my funds were limited.
I don't remember much about my missions, but I do remember yelling "I surrender" a lot.
I totally remember Spy Gear!
I wanted the long-range acoustic enhancer the most so I could eavesdrop into conversations from afar.
Alas, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were Ruskies, because they failed to bring one to me every time.
I can't remember who I spied on more, the Commies or the Nazis--it was a pretty even mix.
So cool! Now you just need to hide it in a teddy bear or something so you can monitor the baby sitters! (not to be creepy or anything!)
SPY DAY!!!! You are the ultimate spy!
My girls have such fond memories of playing SPY DAY with you and your brothers!!
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