No one ever said that parenting is easy*. Becoming a parent means giving lots of time and attention (and cash) to try to steer your little angel away from a life of crime or a liberal arts degree. But in the long run all the sacrifices you make everyday are worth it since your kids will be the ones picking out a nursing home for you.

But there are sacrifices, and there are Sacrifices.

Recently The Girl has developed a completely irrational attachment to Scooby-Doo. I have no idea where she got it since The Misses and I both hate the show. In fact, I have never liked Scooby, not even back in the 70’s when I actually looked forward to watching Bigfoot and Wildboy. But, since I love The Girl and don’t really want to listen to her whine, I’ll cue up Scooby-Doo on the Netflix box.

And keep in mind, this isn’t even the original tv show we’re talking about. Nope. We were watching some Scooby-Doo movie specials which introduces a whole new meta-level of lameness. So if The Girl ever gets all teen angsty with us and tries the whole “I never asked to be born” routine, I’ll counter with “Well I never asked to watch Scooby-Doo and the freaking Goblin King five times a day! PWNED!”, because I’m pretty sure I’ll still be using “PWNED!” ten years from now (and especially if The Girl is having friends over).

* Ok, I realize that some big jerk somewhere has said this just to be contrary. Just like I’m pretty sure someone somewhere has “I Should Have Spent More Time At Work” on their tombstone. The obvious difference, of course, being that the tombstone idea would totally rock.