Toy manufacturers seem to have a penchant for building dystopian nightmares and calling them toys. This remote controlled car arrived last week for sharing time. It had an army look to it and, against my better judgment, I allowed it to be demonstrated.
The car drove around the rug forward, reverse, and able to make turns. Nothing new.
Then, suddenly, it stopped and transformed into something altogether different. Its top lifted and it began firing rubber-tipped rockets from a launcher concealed in the cockpit.