This morning I found this note on my front door: "Mother Dearest, we have not returned your stupid pumpkin, but we have returned your gay geese. You refused to buy us iPods, remember? And we don't have cell phones either. We have cheap walkie talkies you tried to pass off as cell phones! Little Debbie Snack Cakes--but not the Oatmeal Pies, we hate those--or the pumpkin gets gutted!!"
I'm not giving in to these demands!!
Well, I would if I had the $1.29 for the snack cakes, but payday isn't until next Thursday.
I was watching Family Feud during my lunch hour and one woman was introducing her family, which consisted of her M-I-L, 2 B-I-L's and her husband.
She said, "This is my handsome, single brother-in-law, my sexy husband and my intelligent brother-in-law." Handsome, sexy and... intelligent? OUCH.
Why didn't she just tell us about his "great personality"?
(Although when I got older, I realized she wasn't scary, she was just a damn sharp Pokeno player, who took me for spare change every chance she got.)
It has to be frightening for some of these children to see their parents returning home without arms or legs, and I don't know of any other children's program who is addressing this issue. Great idea, Sesame Street.