Indoctrination
I keep telling myself that I’m not going to force my views upon Mia as she grows up . . . that I’m going to let her find her own Truths and chose her own path. However, these exchanges I’ve had with her while driving around town suggest otherwise.
Mia: (pointing to a man panhandling at a red light) “What’s he doing?”
Me: “He’s asking people for money.”
Mia: “Why?”
Me: “Because he doesn’t have any.”
Mia: “Why?”
Me: “Probably because of the Republicans.”
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Mia: “Hey, why’d you change that?”
Me: “Because daddy doesn’t listen to country music.”
Mia: “I like country music.”
Me: “You’d BETTER not.”
Nice job, Dad. Apparently I need to make a mix tape for Mia ASAP.
Posted by Erin on 10/16 at 12:08 PMNext step: shock collar.
Posted by cw on 10/16 at 05:50 PMWait, she’s not wearing a shock collar yet?
Posted by Erin on 10/16 at 06:23 PMI’m working on it. And also a cattle prod to ward off her affinity for “Margaritaville.”
Posted by Scott-san on 10/16 at 08:04 PMOr, as Bill Paxton so eloquently voiced in Broken Lizard’s Club Dread, Pina Colada-burg.
Posted by Erin on 10/16 at 08:12 PM
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