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Score One for the Bad Guys

Apparently, Lizzy and Samantha have a soft spot in their hearts for the bad guys. After all, in their world the bad guys always get shot, beaten, or killed by super heroes, they always land in jail, and they’re never attractive. So when I heard strange phrases in hushed tones coming from the toy room the other day, phrases like, take off his clothes... and hand me that bug... and, put that on his vagina, I had to ask: What is going on in there?!

After some debate between the two of them (no, don’t tell mommy... it’s OK, just don’t tell daddy... and so on) they finally fessed up that they were playing a game with Barbies and other creatures wherein the bad guys win.

Here’s how it works:

In this game, the bad guys torture the good guys by making them take off all their clothes and then placing mind-controlling bugs on their vaginas. The bugs contain a virus that infects their hosts, thus enabling the bad guys to control the actions and behaviors of the good guys. Ergo, the bad guys most certainly win. The end.

What?

You think that’s disturbing?

(How do you think Michael feels as the only male in this house? Poor guy.)

Well, you won’t be laughing when my girls grow up to become popular science fiction and/or fantasy writers, now will you?

(Dear Lord, please let my daughters grow up to be successful science fiction writers. Please oh please! Thank you. Amen.)

Comments

Rima said…
Dear Lord, please let Melissa's daughter's grow up to be successful science fiction writers. And please keep them away from my son in Jesus' name amen!
Stephen said…
Funny, your daughters fling the word "vagina" around like my sons use the word "penis". Michael should know that my wife feels exactly the same, except in reverse (being the only female in a house with a husband, three sons, a male cat and even three male fish)... :)
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You're back! I'm so glad. I hadn't realized it. This is good news.
xx Mimi
Dave Jacque said…
Yay, glad to see a post, albeit a bit cringe-inducing for daddy, I'm sure. It was for me. (Is daddy in the approval chain? Just wondering.)
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