Somehow when I was distracted by Pokemon cards, these little creatures took over our lives. Clover rattles on obsessively about Gogo's - and not the girl band I tried to get her hooked on when she was younger. Like Pokemon, the Gogo's all have different strengths and they all speak with obnoxiously high, piercing voices, if the carpool kids are to be believed.
This morning I unveiled the tin of "exclusive" (a word used to justify a higher price) Gogo's to bribe the kids. If they're good, at the end of each day, they get to pick one Gogo from the tin. Clover charted out her wish list with the intensity of a Fantasy Football super fan, then she subtly tried to convince Rocket that he really wanted the loser Gogo (thankfully I've been able to block its name from my memory, but it looks like a pan flute) because it's the "coolest." It's so cool the super fan ranked it last on her wish list. Rocket was not fooled. Negotiations continue. At least it's kept them from messing up their rooms.