Bakugans

I don't know what the hell these little evil balls are, but they are taking over the minds of my sons and are driving me up the fucking wall. They are tranformers, I guess, and you manipulate them into these little easy-to-misplace balls and wack 'em on a magnetic trading card and then they pop open into battle-ready critters. I have refereed 10 to 15 bakugan-related fights in the last four hours and have heard the word "bakugan" uttered at least 100 times since breakfast. This is the first time in my parenting that I have felt like a harried 4th grade teacher and am ready to seize these toys as contraband and lock 'em up until June. I was excited when my sons discovered them, mostly because I was able to sleep past 7 am because they were too busy wacking these damn balls around to come bug me for cereal. Now, I want my sons back.