LOL!!!!!!!!
I like bananas. I do. But they don't like me. At least not in quantity. If I eat more than 1 nanner a week, my heart does weird things.
Which sucks because nanners are the perfect fud.
And kids are obese because they're not out running around digging ditches & playing tag. Can't play dodgeball, someone might get hit with a ball. Can't play kickball, someone might not get chosen for the team & hurt their feelings. Can't play baseball, we're ALL winners. Can't play RedRover, someone's not going to get called. Can't play cops & robbers, someone might not get chased & hurt their feelings. Can't have metal playground equipment, gets too hot & someone might get burned. Can't have monkey bars, someone might fall & hurt themselves. Can't have swings, someone might get their neck caught & strangle. Can't play on a slide, they may fall at the end of the slide & injure their tailbone. Can't play in dirt, there's bacteria and germs. Can't play on asphalt, might fall & skin their knees. Can't play in grass, might develop asthma because of pollens.
BAH!
How in foofoo did we manage to survive as long as we did! We had dirt and rocks and sticks and metal playground equipment and asphalt blacktops and kickball/dodgeball/etc and WE WERE HAVING FUN!
cripes I sound old. :(
And, Angel - As the one person put it in Our Companions folder w/his baby foal, Dogs have masters, cats have servants, horses have financiers!
