My kids are growing up. As with most people, way too fast for my simple tastes. I would prefer it to be “G” rated for much longer. I fear we will soon be moving into “PG” in no time. I will try to block all of that with every last string of energy and effort in my downtrodden and beaten being. I will not go down easily, people, I will not.
That being said, as I’ve mentioned before, a large part of what I am seeing as growing up is the move to more “advanced, less babyish” cartoons. We don’t let them watch TV all that much, but it’s not like we make it kryptonite for them, either. As part of the move to “big kidville”, we now experience and deal with all of those awesome commercials during the shows. Oh, my..the true wonder and grace of Nick, Jr. Oh how I miss you so (though i push it on Liam and he likes it when Natalie’s not around).
What a trainwreck!
Scenario: “Mom, dad…did you know that you can [insert nonsensical action/purpose/activity of product here] with the [product]?? Isn’t that cool? [Insert catch phrase/tag line]! Mom, dad…can you get me that for my birthday (which could very well be 364 days away at this point)?
What Dad Said: We could go one of two directions at this critical juncture, depending on the day and mood of said father: “Sure, [insert child's name], I think that’s great idea. I can’t wait to get it!” OR “Ok, we’ll see. We do have a lot of things to do and play with, don’t we [insert child's name]?”
What Dad Meant: “Are you freaking kidding me? You have more crap that many third world countries combined. My house looks like Toys R Us on Christmas Eve much of the time. You don’t even KNOW 3/4 of the toys you actually have in your possession at this very moment! Would you like to get a job, perhaps, making shirts? Seriously, do you have to remember every line of the commercial? I feel like stabbing my temple with a pink children’s safety scissor.”