Supernanny

Friday night, our tv was left on with no one watching it. Now that I think about it, I don't know why that surprises me. Everyone was running in and out the front door dragging toys outside to play with while Supernanny was on in the background. You've got to love Supernanny. You've got to love how she magically turns little evil children into perfect angels within a few days while opening the eyes of their pushover parents.

I see kids all the time, at the grocery store or while eating out, acting like the kids on the previews. I'm always thinking, 'You could sure use some Supernanny up in your face.' I may not look at those kids in that way any longer. It made me wonder if Big Brother was trying to tell me I could use a little help when, while running back and forth, he caught a glimpse of the crying, screaming, red-faced little boy about his age on tv and said to me, "Hey, that looks like me."

He was right. It did look like him on any given day. Maybe we could use some Supernanny up in our faces.