(Prompted by a commercial I just saw.)
What the hell kind of kids are we raising if we sedate them with movies on long drives, rather than letting the little
bastards darlings fight it out like God intended? Siblings are supposed to hate each other. It makes the love they feel for each other when they grow up so much more precious.
How will they learn to deal with adversity when they don’t even learn to deal with their brothers and sisters?
Dammit. My parents knew enough to point to the center seam in the seat covers (okay, so seat covers don’t have seams any more–there’s always masking tape) and say, “Stay on your side.” And my brother and I still haven’t killed each other.
Christalmighty, I drove 31 days and 7100 miles about the country in a van filled with three kids and with no DVD player and, you know what? we made it home.
(We didn’t like each other any more, but we made it home with no fatalities.)
Generation of wusses.
Not the kids.
Who have to sedate their kids with Disney rather than deal with them.