My children inspire me to be a better mother every day. Their dirty diapers inspire me to ramp-up the potty-training.
The Holy Spirit inspires me to continue my spiritual growth and draw closer to God.
Reading novels and eloquent words on a page inspires me to become a better writer.
Today's post should be about all of them...
... but it's not.
It's about a bald 4 year-old named Caillou.
Caillou, as much as I love the 23 minutes you give me to do a load of laundry and unload the dishwasher on a daily basis, my children have become obsessed with your non-stop chatter. The soundtrack of some people's lives are the rock anthems of Pink Floyd or The Who. Mine is the incessant whines of a cartoon character. As such, you inspire me Caillou. To drink. Heavily.
2 comments:
Damn Canadian cartoon children. Caillou's mommy can probably relate. I'm pretty sure she takes large doses of Valium just to get through the day so coolly.
THIS post is why I am now following your post.
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