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Me:  “Hello. My name is Jami and I am an addict. This is very humbling but they say that admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. So here I am admitting to all of you I am addicted to…to…to a children’s cartoon called Phineas and Ferb.”

You: “But Jami, how do you know you’re addicted to Phinas and Ferb?”

Me:   “Did I mention Phineas and Ferb is a children’s cartoon? No normal, mature, sophisticated adult is addicted to a children’s’ cartoon. Children’s cartoons are suppose to annoy, disturb, and basically bug the heck out of all adults and this is how I feel about 99% of the cartoons I am forced to watch with my boys. But Phineas and Ferb is different. It reminds me of a cartoon I would have watched when I was a kid. I love the creativity of the story lines, the music is modern and edgy, and I love the bad guy. Dr. Doofenshmirtz is a goofy, lovable, and is not really evil but a just got teased too much in high school kind of bad guy which is hysterical. I have found myself trying to convince my sons (who usually only want to watch Thomas the Train or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse) that Phineas and Ferb is a much better choice for morning TV. I was even laughing to myself thinking of The Roller Coaster Musical episode and how each character’s song really captured who they were as “people”.

See right there. I am describing cartoon characters as “people”. I just went on for a whole paragraph how I love this cartoon show. I am an addict and I need serious help.”

You: “Help me understand. Why don’t you like the other children’s cartoons on TV?”

Me:  “They are cheesy, lame, lacking in creativity, and have the most mind numbing dialog that sometimes I just want to scream. And don’t get me started on the music. The music pushes me over the edge or at least right to it. It’s so unoriginal, so classically upbeat and cheery. Always singing about rainbows, butterflies, and being best friends with everyone. Barf! Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t allow violence, inappropriate language, or mean spirited music in my boy’s little ears but there is no thinking out of the box with most cartoons. They are all the same. The same story lines, the same characters, the same music, and the same message. Boring!”

In fact, here is a picture of all of us watching Phineas and Ferb on the iPad in hubby’s and my room. Guess who got to pick the show we watched? I will give you a hint it wasn’t the boys.”

(Note: we were in our room because there isn’t central air in our housed, only in the bedrooms. So we cranked up our portable AC and turned the ipad on to mommy’s choice.)

You: “Wow. I’m not sure what to say. Your situation is pretty pathetic. Umm…aren’t you a little old to be addicted to a children’s cartoon?”
Me: “Yes, yes I am.”
Me again: “So whether you are a parent or not, you need to watch this show. I promise you will love it. You can’t say Doofenshmirtz without a smile.  Become an addict like me. Besides, there are worse things we could be addicted too, right?”
Nobody gave me any incentive to write this post. I truly just love Phineas and Ferb and was overcome with a desire to share my love with anyone that would listen. So find this on Netflix or your DVR and start enjoying your morning TV again.

 

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Below are seven things funny things I said this week. Raising my boys causes me to say the strangest things.

1. Get your hand out of your booty please.

2. If you don’t eat your macaroni and cheese you are going to get a time out.

3. WOW honey, you are such a great pooper! Here’s a cookie.

4. It is not appropriate to hit your brother with a train track.

5. If you do that again, I’m taking your ax away.

6.. You have to finish your Cheerios before you get your french toast.

7. Son says ” Here mommy, here. Take this.”

I say ” What is it?”

Son says ” My bugger.” (With a complete straight face I might add)

But I’m not the only person that does funny things in my house:

A few nights ago I was tucking my older son in bed and we were discussing the Trinity. Yes, hubby and I talk about very spiritual, deep topics with our three year old. Here’s how the conversation went:

Me:  “You know honey, Jesus died on the cross for us, then He rose from the dead three days later, and then went up to heaven to be with God.

Son:  “I know.”

Me: “But God sent the Holy Spirit to live inside us so we wouldn’t be alone.”

Son: “It lives inside me?”

Me: “Yes, the Holy Spirit lives in your heart that way God is always with you. Inside your heart.”

Son: “Inside me?”

Me: “Yep.”

Son:  “Inside me here?” (Pointing to his tummy)

Me: “No, inside your heart.” (Pointing to his chest)

Son: “Here?” (Pointing to his arm and concealing a sly smile)

Me: “No, your heart.” (Once again pointing to his chest)

Son: “Here?” (Pointing to his leg and now grinning from ear to ear)

Me: “No, the Holy Spirit lives in your heart. Inside you.” (Trying desparately not to laugh.)

Son: “The Holy Spirit doesn’t live inside me anymore.”

Me: “Oh yeah, why not?”

Son: “Because I just pooped him out before bed.”

And these are the conversations I have with my three year old before bed.