Teen Titans!
Mood:  happy
Does it mean that I'm a bad mother that the, oh, I think 8th word Matt learned to say is Titans, as in Teen Titans?

We are all about that cartoon these days. Sam and I chanced upon it one day after work, and three weeks later, the entire family is hooked. Honestly, it is approaching Harry Potter proportions, and you know how wild we are about Harry. We don't just watch the 6:30 p.m. showing, we watch it again at 10:00 p.m. We have a Teen Titans monkey on our backs, for sure.

You want to know proof that we are completely nuts? Ben, one day, mused: "Starfire is cute, but I like Raven better. She has a better body. They draw her dirty."

God help us all. My husband might be a wanker, but I guess that just means he shares his sons' interests. Today Sam saw a ceramic mermaid while we were in the reptile shop. "Mommy, what's that?" he asked. "That's a mermaid," I told him. "She is a girl with the tail of a fish and bare boobies. Do you like her?" And Sam said "Yes" with his biggest and most radiant smile. But I knew that was coming. He's a guy, after all. They are hard-wired. And Raven might be sullen, but it's true: She has better legs than Starfire.