Saturday, May 17, 2008

Leave it to Beaver

One of the things the parenting manual leaves out is that you have to watch the same TV shows as your kid. Over the years through Nabby's current age 6, Baby Einstein begat Sesame Street begat Mr. Rogers Neighborhood begat Zooboomofoo begat Clifford begat Caillou begat Blues Clues begat Dora and Diego begat Pooh and Friends begat (here comes the worst step in this family tree) Suite Life of Zack and Cody begat Hannah Montana.

Which brings us to this past week. Who would crawl out of my TV's womb next? After the Suite Life/Hannah birth, I await a bile-spewing 3-headed hairball with 666 branded on his forehead. When out pops Leave it to Beaver.

Barbara Billingsly, Hugh Beaumont, Tony Dow, and Jerry Mathers (as the Beaver, klaro). I welcome them with open arms. Hey Disney: You can take your HD-surround sound 3 billion-dollar Hannah Montana empire and stick it right up your ass.

Black and white mono Beaver is magic-packed. If you haven't visited with the Cleavers recently, I encourage you to do so. Whether it's the whitewashed 50s perspective or Ward paying for a 10 cent coffee (suck on that Starbucks), you'll be happy you dropped in. And June will be made up, well-quaffed, and in her best dress--with pearls--for your arrival. No sweatpants on this Hausfrau.

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