Jen's School of Faulty Parenting

"In my day, sonny, kid shows were just on Saturday mornings from 7 to 11. Unless you could stomach The Hilarious House of Frankenstein at 6:30 and whatever drivel came after Fat Albert at 11:30."

Usually, if my kids are watching TV, I prefer them watching one of the channels that don't air commercials during children's programming. But the gloves seem to come off on Saturdays.

Middle Child was watching cartoons this morning and finally saw a commercial advertising Star Wars toys at Burger King. Needless to say, he became a one-track minded child after that. We. Had. To. Go.

NOW!!!

We held him off for a little while but then decided to pile everyone in the car and drive 45 minutes away to freakin' Burger King. Man, our parents would NEVER have done that, which makes me fear for whatever kind of behemoth we're creating. Anyway, we had to go to Canadian Tire and Future Shop at some point so we made a family excursion out of it.

Wouldn't you know it, there were 31 different toys offered and they let the kids choose. Great. Because there's nowhere I'd rather be than spending an entire Saturday afternoon at a fast food joint.

They actually picked faster than I thought they would. Middle Child was determined to pick a bad guy (he ended up with Darth Maul) and was soooo happy. He was even the first to finish his veggie burger kid meal.

Momentum was good so we ran in to a CD shop. I left with Ben Folds's latest (see? I can be mellow, too) and Husband bought the best of Morrisey and some Antonio Carlos Jobim jazz stuff. Why Jobim? Because "Antonio Carlos Jobim" is the title of a Heatmiser (Elliott Smith's old band) song and Husband found that intriguing enough to investigate further. Couldn't he have downloaded some song to see what Jobim was all about? Isn't that the Canadian way? I swear, he is the straightest arrow there ever was.

Didn't see any of these at the CD shop. Wish I did though. You MUST give a listen to the Little Marcy songs!