Random Questions

Three random questions that have been on my mind today:

1. Why would a minivan ever ever ever ever have the word "sport" in its name? I see these all the time and become so perplexed I almost drive into the path of oncoming traffic. It just seems so wrong. I mean, I drive a van myself and don't even try to pretend that there's anything vaguely hip about the whole scene. My vehicle is not cool. I am not cool (as evidenced by my use of the word "cool.") Let's face it - that ship has sailed.

2. How come, when you go through the drive-thru at a fast food place and ask for salt, they deposit EXACTLY ONE miniature salt packet in your hand? Isn't salt something like eight hundred million grains for a penny? What is up with the salt rationing????

3. Why don't Max & Ruby have parents? What happened to them? Did they die a fiery death in some horrific car accident? (The rabbits on the show all wear clothing, so it's not inconceivable that they can also drive cars.) For that matter, how come none of the cartoons seem to include parents these days? Dora and Diego are cousins, yet they have no parents and don't seem to require any supervision whatsoever. You don't want to know how much time I have spent pondering this.

So, I am trying with all my might not to talk about poop in this blog entry. MUST . . . NOT . . . DISCUSS . . . POOP. I hope you know how hard this was for me.

Comments

Camp Program Director said…
We had our second poop success today. She kept complaining that she needed to be changed (her way of saying she's constipated or has to go and doesn't wanna in her diaper, which is a HUGE breakthrough), so we broke out the potty for some one on one time with Sagwa...two seconds later, voila! Hooray--I think she might just be getting it!!

On the other hand, she also pooped in the bathtub for the first time yesterday. AAAAAAAAA! Had to rescue her sister first...well, V's not yet 14 months and it would have been a fascinating bathtime toy for her. I knew I least that Gigi wouldn't touch it once she saw it. She did tell her daddy all about it later, though...ugh. "Daddy, let me tell you something." It's all about the narratives these days!!! And alllllll about the poop. I feel your pain!
March 26, 2008 at 9:57 PM
Hearts of Hope said…
According to my little ones, Ruby and Max's parents died in Ethiopia. They were very sick. I am so sorry!
March 27, 2008 at 9:42 AM
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