This so very much reminds me of the toddlers at work. They've gotten so used to hearing an adult ask "Do you want me to hold you?" whenever they are upset, that when they ask to be held they actually say "me hold you?"
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
What's In a Name?
Our good friend Billy - Shakespeare, not Idol - once wrote, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." I tend to disagree, my dear William. And so I offer up the first installment of Poor Name Choices for Your Child.
Disclaimer: If your name happens to appear on this list, I apologize that no one informed your parents of the grave mistake they were making at the time.
* Stormie - you obviously are not expecting to have many peaceful moments in this child's life.
* Damien - naming a child anything that comes close to the word "demon" is just asking for trouble.
* Bambi - sorry, but this girl is gonna be a stripper or a porn star, no way around it.
* Destiny - that has "phone sex operator" written all over it.
* Candy - there's another stripper/porn star/phone sex operator in the making.
* Britney/Brittany - the world has met its quota on these for a generation or two.
* Apple, Cherry, or any other fruit - these are foods, not people.
Disclaimer: If your name happens to appear on this list, I apologize that no one informed your parents of the grave mistake they were making at the time.
* Stormie - you obviously are not expecting to have many peaceful moments in this child's life.
* Damien - naming a child anything that comes close to the word "demon" is just asking for trouble.
* Bambi - sorry, but this girl is gonna be a stripper or a porn star, no way around it.
* Destiny - that has "phone sex operator" written all over it.
* Candy - there's another stripper/porn star/phone sex operator in the making.
* Britney/Brittany - the world has met its quota on these for a generation or two.
* Apple, Cherry, or any other fruit - these are foods, not people.
Sunday, August 6, 2006
Parenting, Part the Second
This will be much shorter than my previous rant on this subject (I think).
Again, I must start off with a disclaimer:
I do not have children. I am well aware that this makes all of my views and opinions on parenting null and void to those who do have children, despite my degree in Child and Family Studies and my experience as a preschool teacher. That said, this is my blog and I have a right to voice my opinion on any matter that I see fit. So here it is.
I'm back on movies. And here is my opinion today. I love children as much as the next preschool teacher, but your two year old does not belong in the movie theater. Especially not during the showing of a movie that is rated PG-13 for crude and sexual humor, language, drug references and brief comic violence (I saw Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby today). Find a baby sitter for the two or three hours on a Sunday afternoon, or wait until the movie comes out on video. Please. Children younger than 5 or 6 (and I think I'm pushing the limits going that young) do not have the attention span or the physical capacity to be still and quiet through an entire movie. And they have absolutely no business watching any movie with Will Ferrell in it, either.
I understand that parents are humans too, and as such do have the need on occassion to get out and enjoy a movie that isn't animated or incredibly hokey. But can you really enjoy the movie if you are constantly wrestling your child back into his seat?
Again, I must start off with a disclaimer:
I do not have children. I am well aware that this makes all of my views and opinions on parenting null and void to those who do have children, despite my degree in Child and Family Studies and my experience as a preschool teacher. That said, this is my blog and I have a right to voice my opinion on any matter that I see fit. So here it is.
I'm back on movies. And here is my opinion today. I love children as much as the next preschool teacher, but your two year old does not belong in the movie theater. Especially not during the showing of a movie that is rated PG-13 for crude and sexual humor, language, drug references and brief comic violence (I saw Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby today). Find a baby sitter for the two or three hours on a Sunday afternoon, or wait until the movie comes out on video. Please. Children younger than 5 or 6 (and I think I'm pushing the limits going that young) do not have the attention span or the physical capacity to be still and quiet through an entire movie. And they have absolutely no business watching any movie with Will Ferrell in it, either.
I understand that parents are humans too, and as such do have the need on occassion to get out and enjoy a movie that isn't animated or incredibly hokey. But can you really enjoy the movie if you are constantly wrestling your child back into his seat?
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