The stupid Wall-E shirt has returned.

To my dismay to all my careful tactics. All my paranoid thoughts, me searching through piles of laundry to delay my worst fear it came thrown right at me. I sat in a daze folding clothes like a robot of all things and it sat there right in front of me and him, for all to see. My fear was back in the hands of my son once again and yes it was like 8 am in the morning. The button was pressed and Wall-E begin to talk all night and day again followed by Alexander's silly giggles. I wish someone could save me from the torture of this shirt for I again am afraid of when the Wall-E shirt will resurface and it starts all over as if I am Bill Murray's character in Ground hog's Day. Please some one have a heart and save me, and by all means never ever put this type of madness to any child as a gift not even an enemy deserves to hear those stupid words press from that stupid button of that stupid Wall-E shirt.