If you are a parent of young children it is possible that they have been indoctrinated with the enticing benefits of a new drinkable yogurt called Danimals Extreme. Drew informed us of this new product the other day when he asked if I would get some at the store. "It's so cool," he said, "because when you eat it, it feels like fruit is being splashed ALL OVER YOU!!" (as seen on TV)
And since I am a cool mom who is willing to buy artificially colored sugar that has been thickened with a little yogurt so as to advertise in the name of calcium and other nutrients, I got some when I was at the store the other day. After Cory got home from work, Drew grabbed a cold one from the fridge and took a drink. At the same time, Cory had been reaching for a bag of fruit and found an irresistible opportunity to reach down (not very far) into his twelve-year-old version of himself and simultaneously smeared fruit all over Drew's cheek.
Drew looked violated and unimpressed.
"What?" Cory asked. "Didn't the commercial say that would happen?"
"Daaaddy!" He protested. "That's not funny!"
Quick to appear repentant, Cory grabbed a Danimals, handed Drew the bag of fruit and sat down. "Okay," he said. "You're turn."
[Enter sinister grin on Drew's face]
Cory took a drink and without a moment's hesitation Drew threw his first punch, and the only adult in the room (that would be me by the way) was left to observe the pelting of strawberries and blueberries at her husband's head.
And THAT, my friends, is why we propogate that an ideal world consists of a mom AND and a dad in the home. Because eventually one of them is going to lob fruit at their children, and the other one needs to be available to take notes.