Shot with Cupid’s blaster

A few days ago, my four- and six-year-olds went out looking to buy Valentine’s cards for their classmates (”Valentimes”, as my youngest calls it, and I’ll be damned if I’ll correct her.) We started out looking for friendly, non-branded cards like back in the day - you know, the ones with the bad puns. No dice, so we would have settled for non-violent, non-gender-stereotyping branded cards… Dora, Snoopy, anything… struck out there too. And this was what was left, rather clearly delineated by gender:

I’m pretty certain none of the Grade 1 boys know what “sentient” means, and the kindergarten girls can be called “stylish ” only if wearing pink rubber boots, pajama bottoms and your bathing suit is haute couture.

They all enjoyed the cupcakes, though.

(Speaking of Optimus Prime, I did rent the Transformers movie last week - effects good, writing schlock. But I couldn’t hear “Optimus Prime” without thinking that a more timely hero/villain would be called Optimus Sub-Prime, chiz chiz. I even started to mock up a Photoshopping image to go with it, but then I did a Google search and found someone had already done it. Good on ya.)

Posted by: Paul Gorbould | 02-15-2008 | 01:02 AM
Posted in: Kids