Pete's Expert Summary
My human, in a fit of what I can only assume is profound misunderstanding of my sophisticated tastes, has presented me with a clam-shell of garish plastic. This "CoComelon Sing and Learn Laptop" is, quite clearly, not for a creature of my refined sensibilities, but for a tiny human. It assaults the senses with promises of lights, sounds, and educational drivel about letters and shapes—things I mastered in my first month of life (the important ones, anyway, like the shape of a tuna can). While the trackball might offer a fleeting moment of batting practice, the cacophony of nursery rhymes and cheerful phrases is a high price to pay. Its only potential value is as a decoy, distracting any loud, grabby toddlers from the *real* laptop, the superior, heat-generating device that serves as my primary napping platform.
Key Features
- Includes: toy laptop.
- Learn and Play the CoComelon Way: With lights, sounds, music, and over 60 learning phrases, the CoComelon Sing and Learn Laptop toy will entertain babies and toddlers, while teaching about letters, numbers, shapes, animals, the weather, and more.
- Inspires Imaginative Play: This colorful, interactive toy features a fold-up design, built-in play trackball, and a CoComelon-themed decal that looks like a computer screen. Preschoolers can pretend play that they're using a laptop, just like a grownup!
- Built for Little Hands: The chunky design and 9 easy-to-push buttons are ideal for toddlers’ small hands. Press the colorful, light-up buttons to hear fun CoComelon phrases, sounds, and songs. Push the red trackball to hear sound effects.
- CoComelon Sing-Along: Press the music button to hear "The Alphabet Song" and "Bingo." Kids will love to dance and sing along with JJ and pals while learning the ABCs.
- Bring home the CoComelon Sing and Learn Laptop as well as the rest of the CoComelon toys and block construction sets to help make your little learner Happy & Smart!
- Discover Core Skills Through Play: Develop fine motor skills, reading and talking, cognitive learning, social emotional skills, and creativity with this early learning toy.
- On-the-Go Learning Fun: Laptop folds up and features a built-in handle, so kids can play and learn wherever they go. Great to bring along on car rides and play dates.
- This CoComelon toy is ideal for toddlers and kids ages 18 months and up. Requires 2 x AA batteries (included).
A Tale from Pete the Cat
The case landed on my rug with a dull thud. The Human, my well-meaning but hopelessly naive client, presented the evidence with a hopeful smile. It was a gaudy piece of work, a plastic contraption screaming in primary colors, bearing the mark of the "CoComelon" syndicate. My job: to assess the threat. I circled the item, my gray tuxedo fur bristling slightly. It smelled of a factory, of cheap tricks and empty promises. A fold-up job, pretending to be the warm, important machine the Human stared at for hours. This was an imposter, and I was the only one in the house with the sense to see it. My interrogation began with a single, tentative paw. I extended a claw and depressed a bright blue button shaped like a cloud. The device shrieked to life. A high-pitched voice, allegedly belonging to some "JJ" character, began to sing a song about the alphabet. The lights flashed with the manic energy of a firefly in a jar. It was an assault, a full-frontal attack on my auditory peace. I recoiled, my ears flattened. This was not a toy; it was an instrument of sonic torture. I tried the trackball next, giving it a swat. It spun with a cheap, rattling sound, offering none of the satisfying resistance of a real mouse's frantic scramble. I rendered my verdict with a flick of my tail. This colorful noisemaker was a fraud, a low-rent distraction unworthy of my time. I turned my back on it, preparing to find a sunbeam to cleanse my palate. But then, a thought struck my brilliant mind, a sudden revelation. The Human had placed this abomination on the floor... leaving the *real* laptop, the warm and wonderful one, unattended on the desk. This wasn't an offering. It was a diversion. A clumsy attempt to lure me away from my rightful throne. A slow, cynical smile spread across my feline features. They thought they could outsmart me with a plastic box that sings "Bingo." Amateurs. I leaped silently onto the desk, curled up directly on the keyboard of the true machine, and began a deep, rumbling purr. The warmth seeped into my luxurious fur. The case was closed. The imposter was ignored, the throne was reclaimed, and I had once again proven that in this household, I was the one running the show. Let the tiny humans have their noisy plastic; I prefer the genuine article.
