The kids are obsessed with Scooby Doo. Obsessed to the point Georgia wears her Velma glasses (that I got at Claire's) to school, violin, church, and puts them by her bedside table at night only to put them on first thing the next morning. Obsessed to the point Millie hands me the remote control and says Scooby Doo.
A new episode records almost daily, and I let them watch it probably three of four days a week. Why not...they're learning new vocabulary! Murphy told Millie a few weeks ago, "I told you I could do it myself, you meddling kid."
But why is Velma such a freak? Why is Fred such a meat head, Daphne a skank, and Shaggy so...special? And Scooby - let's work on the pronunciation of a few words. It's Scooby Snacks. Not Rooby Racks (which Murphy thinks is hilarious).
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