The Fretful Mother's Blog

Maybe I’m over-analyzing it, but I think my kids use cartoons as drugs. That’s all they want to do. When they are bored, hungry, tired, sad, happy, excited, constipated, whatever, the answer is always to watch a cartoon. It will solve everything. And the sad thing is that I’ve kind of begun to depend on Spongebob as well.
I should be grateful that we are out of the Dora-Wiggles age. At least I’m not dependent on a monkey and some creepy guys to navigate my way through parenthood. Though “fruit salad, yummy, yummy” does occassionally run through my head.
I am constantly struggling to get them to turn off the TV. Unfortunately, I think I may have permanently warped their minds. When the TV does go off, my son wants to draw pictures of monsters and my daughter wants to discuss vampires. I’m afraid I may have passed along the psycho gene. Maybe cartoons would be better? Something along the lines of how to protect yourself against monsters and vampires. I’ll have to start my own network. You can never be too safe.

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