I am oddly attracted to Daphne. She is the auburn haired cutie from Scooby Doo. This may be a resurgent fantasy from pre-adolescence but, equally, it could be because she reminds me of a girlfriend from college. That wan, innocently horny look and the slender legs engender memories of youthful carnal adventure. My old girlfriend had a predilection for going without knickers under her short skirts and now, as I watch Scooby Doo, I can't help but wonder if Daphne goes commando. It is certainly an unexpected pleasure from watching cartoons with my sons. Actually, I enjoy cartoons for their own sake, I also like Tom and Jerry, Daphne is simply an inadvertent advantage. Fortunately, my sons enjoy it as well, otherwise I would struggle to explain why we should watch it in favour of Ben 10, Sponge Bob Square Pants or Fun with Claude: I was not expecting to have "that" talk for another 10 years.
I watch TV with my boys in the evening; it's quality time with them and I actually quite enjoy it. Their favourite channel is "Boomerang". The channel has a "Pet of the Week" award and we entered our dog; a three year old Siberian Husky. She's a beautiful animal and I was sure she would win Pet of the Week with her striking blue eyes and alert ears. But, consistently, this slot is filled with sloppy eared rabbits and miserable moggies.
"Daddy, pet of the week is a stupid rabbit again!" shouted my eldest son (I'll call him B from now on) with surprising rhetoric for a three year old. So, I checked out the website and discovered that some pets have 145000 votes. Its disturbing that children, or their parents, are so intent on success that they learn to beat the system at such an early age. No doubt these are the children that grow up to be MPs or work at RBS and it makes me worry about what I have to do to give my sons a fair start in life.
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