Mommies and daddies buy their pwecious widdle babies all these electronic pacifiers, then wonder how they became so spoiled. Well, duh.
I was pleased to learn yesterday that my 8-year old grandson, who played basketball in the spring, is going out for football. (His little sister might, too.) This somewhat offsets my distress upon learning that my daughter's new vehicle came equipped with a DVD player and Playstation.
The only thing I remember my folks taking away from me was a 3-inch, black-and lime green peace symbol pin I had hanging on a poster in my bedroom. Just came home one day, and it was gone. No Satanic hippie trappings in OUR house, young man. And get a haircut.
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