Boy: I’d like the Ebza
Dad: What?
Boy: I’d like the Ebza please!
Dad: Oh! You mean the Zebra, you don’t want that
Boy: You said I could have what I wanted!
Dad: Yes, but it is just a bit of wood with lines painted on it
Boy: I love it!
Dad: but it doesn’t DO anything
Boy: It’s not supposed to do anything; it’s supposed to fire my imagination
Dad: Ok, what do you imagine doing with it when we get it home?
Boy: Sit it on my shelf
Dad: That’s not very imaginative
Boy: I haven’t got an imagination yet; I only have toys with batteries.
Dad: So how will the Ebza, I mean Zebra help?
Boy: Well, one day when I’m bored of defending the planet against alien invasion and I’m lying on my bed, I’ll look up at my Ebza, and realize I’m an explorer in Africa, I’ll take the Ebza down onto my duvet and I’ll be tracking it through the savannah scrub.
Dad: that’s a persuasive argument, but it hasn’t got a box, it doesn’t look much
Boy: I don’t want a box
Dad: But when we get home it’s got to LOOK good value for money
Boy: So it’s not really about it’s play value?
Dad: Down the road they’ve got these really good space guns that make loads of noises for the same price, and they come in a really big box! Your mum will go ‘Wow!’ when we bring that in
Boy: OK then
Boy: Bye Ebza
