There's something very A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (almost a lit major) about the idea of remote controlled knights. But I love the honesty of these, because what else are you gonna do with remote controlled toys except try and crash them into each other? Instead of "crashing" we'll call it "jousting". Fun for the whole family. I want them.
Because I am pragmatic, I envision a tiny knight repeatedly bumping into my ankle while I try and carry my dinner plate to the table. I'll have to turn to my better half and say, "You have until the count of five to put down that remote or, so help me, you'll need a suit of armor yourself." Meanwhile our child will be crying from the other room, "You guys never give me a turn! It's not fair!" But hey, I'm afraid chivalry is dead around our house.
