This evening, our regularly scheduled program (America's Funniest Home Videos) was bumped for a movie that we won't allow our children to watch. So, after karate practice, we settled in and tried to find an alternative.
We ended up on Gator 911.
Hmmm...Maybe it's the fact that I am a Texas girl, and perhaps that I am the ONLY girl in my home, but....Ever Heard of a Gun? Come on! Why jump in a revolting pond and wrestle a seemingly little alligator? Is it to rescue it from a quick death (which would only cost the average redneck, who already has boxes of bullets in a metal cabinet in the garage, less than a dollar)? And then what? Cart it off to a pen, where it can live out a completely boring life in a concrete pond? Honestly, shoot the darn thing!
I have ranted enough. My plan was to get to the comments that the show brought up with my four year old son, Jeremiah.
Comment 1: 'I wonder why they all have stamps on their arms!" (This was quickly corrected by the ever-hovering eldest son, Joseph. "They are called tattoos." Jeremiah..."Oh!"
Comment 2: This was made by my husband, in regards to the woman brought to the water's edge to have the 'honor' of taping the gator's mouth shut. She was GREAT with child. "She's got a bun in the oven!", observed Larry. "And, she's got a baby in her tummy!", exclaimed Jeremiah. At this point, Larry and I are grinning at each other, and I ask, "How do you know?" To this, he responds, "She's fat!" Lovely.
Kids do say the darndest things! So, with that, I pay hommage to Art Linkletter.
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