I love cartoons… I don’t think I will outgrow them. I remember spending Saturday mornings in front of the tube, waiting for my 2D friends. And now I’m sitting and cuddling next to my pogiBoy. He’s so used to it now that we’ve come to an agreement that we alternate which shows we watch. He gets to choose first then he doesn’t complain when I say “my turn”.

Last month I got hooked on Nickeledeon’s “As Told by Ginger” (pictured above). It’s the cartoon version of a chick flick. pogiBoy resisted at first, but last weekend (while out shopping!) he just blurted:

I like Ginger

I thought he was talking about the spice… No, he said he liked the cartoon.

A part of me went yey, another said uh-oh… I mean not that I have anything against the third sex, I just don’t want my son to be getting the wrong ideas. In any case (I tell myself) we both enjoy manly shows like Transformer, Avatar and Ben 10.

Maybe it’s not so bad for pogiBoy to like Ginger, Simpson, Wild Thornberry and All Grown Up.

He’s got a balance of violence, stupidity, toilet humour and teenage mush.

To those who will scoff that I’m encouraging a bad habit, killing his grey cells and all that: Mind your own beeswax.

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