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Hey, Guess What We Got Margo Addicted to?



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Oh, maybe "addicted" is a strong word. She doesn't get cold sweats if she doesn't get it. Really, she could take it or leave it, but given the option of being entertained by tired parents that she sees everyday, or small blue woodland creatures that are three apples high and can only depict one character trait per being, yeah... yeah I would choose the latter too.

The Smurfs/Les Schtroumphs are especially fun, because a) they entertain me too, and b) as Margo sits on my lap watching TV, I can rename all the Smurfs to reflect all the people that she knows. You know... Donna is Papa Smurf/Smurfette in all her infinite wisdom and femininity, I'm Handy Smurf, sort of by default... that kind of thing. Just a warning to stay on my good side, because I haven't alotted anyone to Brainy Smurf yet, and nobody likes that sonuvabitch. When Margo starts talking, if she looks at you and says "Schtroumphf à Lunettes," you'll know that it's time to start sucking up to us to move up the Smurf Popularity Ladder.

Before anyone starts judging us, Margo has a pretty healthy, non-TV lifestyle going right now. As a matter of fact, I patted her bare bum yesterday, and noticed that it was quite muscled, a by-product of her trying hard to crawl. Two weeks ago, her gluts were marshmallow-city. So we're okay with inviting the Smurfs into her life.

And the other benefit of letting her watch TV is that it distracts her long enough from twisting and turning and wrything around to hold her for a second and lament that some day, she'll move away for university, and when she'll call home, I'll answer and she'll say "Is Mom home?" Ungrateful child! I INTRODUCED YOU TO THE BELGIAN ANIMATION!

- Michel

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