Alright, alright, I am working on the Christmas card ordeal. Who knew you would have such an interest? Now, I just need to figure out how to pass this off as a "work project" to delegate the scanning to our IT person. I'm totally annoyed that I don't have the electronic copy saved on my laptop. We will talk about how Myspace gave my computer a virus and erased everything I owned another day.
Anyway, we have been in a position where regularly we are telling Kate that something is for grown-ups, or she's not quite old enough for "xyz" yet. She was watching TV with Craig a couple of Sundays' ago. After the third Max & Ruby, Craig decided cartoon time was O-V-E-R. He nonchalantly switched the TIVO to football.
Kate: Can I watch another Max & Ruby Daddy?
Craig: No Kate, we are done with Max & Ruby?
Kate: Please daddy. I want another Max & Ruby. Just one.more.time.
Craig: I'm sorry Kate, we are done watching cartoons.
She's been beat.
He is not budging.
Her pitiful, eyelash batting, pouts always get answered.
Kate: Daddy, um, football is a little old for little kids.
how about the obvious: Max & Ruby probably isn't appropriate for anyone. Max needs to learn how to talk and Ruby needs to stop being so damn bossy.
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