And just when I thought we were in the clear and that the Pokeman fad had passed over our house, my seven year old comes home from school today and now speaks about nothing else but that little yellow bastard, Pikachu and all his little weirdo friends. I am left kicking myself for ever complaining about her former obsession with Justin Bieber. What I wouldn’t give to have to listen to Justin Bieber’s “Boyfriend” 38 times in a row right about now…
Where's the f*#king mommy manual?!? 