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She makes fawning noises and I can't help but laugh. "Okay, Mrs Winchester stop making out with my laptop please." I laugh as I take her by the arms when she starts kissing the screen. "Who's your favorite character in Supernatural?" She asks while picking up another bag of cheetos, there's already a mountain of empty bags of snacks on the ground. "My fav is the angel Castiel, he's gonna make his first appearance in the first episode of season 4: Lazarus Rising." "Woaw, you even remember the title of the episode?"

They begged "Okay fine" We spent the rest of the day playing video games,eating lots of lots of junk food and watching Zootopia Best cartoon ever !

"Yesss!" May shrieks thus pouring popcorn allover my lap, the couch and the floor. It's the third time she's done this after seeing the animated dog and little puppy share a kiss. "It's so cute, right?" No it's so baby-ish. I can't believe I'm seated at 1am watching a FREAKING CARTOON. Reason? May didn't want to stay up by herself all night and sadly, she couldn't catch any sleep sleeping on the couch alone. So the solution? To watch this stupid ugly boring cartoon, sandwiched between Seven and I.

He joked, that made me smile again. I opened TV and slumped on the couch again. I switched channels to find something good to watch. When I got bored, I moved it to the boomerang. My mood lifts when the cartoon playing in the screen is my favorite! Grizzy and the Lemmings! I laughed loudly, hitting the couch with my hand from the glee. But my face fell when the advertisement entered what I was watching. I was annoyed to switch the channel to a popular network, but my smile faded when I saw who was the content of the news.

“Boyd’s was probably our biggest local one. Losing him would’ve sunk two or three of our other shows on its own. Maybe more if he got the rest of the Chamber of Commerce to follow suit. So, Glen didn’t really have a choice. He probably should have seen this all coming when Mel talked him into running repeats on Saturday mornings after cartoons. That’s what got everybody so upset. Kids were already staying up late to watch it, but their parents started to pay attention when it was on in the middle of the day. Anyway, like I said, Glen didn’t really have a choice. He canceled it over the summer. ‘63, ‘64 maybe? “Mel took it kind of hard. Seemed like he got a little more reckless after that, an

Finally, it would have been over. With a humourless grin, he dismissed his comment like he'd never even uttered the words and put the glass down onto the table. Reaching for the TV remote, he aimed it at the screen. 'I fucking hate this show, don't you? Nothing but misery upon misery. I swear, the script writers need to get laid once in a bloody while or go for a long holiday in the sunshine, sip margaritas on the beach and start thinking happy thoughts, because this is seriously fucking depressing.' He switched the channels, flicking through them at break-neck speed, until finally he settled on one that seemed to meet his approval, some generic action film where the hero did ridiculously un

“I think you’ve lost that privilege for making me panic like that. So, Adventure Hour. And that has nothing to do with the fact that I love the dumb humor in that show, nothing at all.” “I see. I see,” I said, nodding sagely and taking another bite. “Damn. I would definitely get high-blood pressure if I ate this every day, but it’s fucking great.” “I told you. It’s weird, but at least it’s not peanut butter-and-tuna weird. This at least tastes good,” she said. “No offense to your mom.” We started the show—a strange fever dream of a cartoon involving a collection of kingdoms themed for food and a boy whose dog was his brother.

I turned to the twins, who didn't care, their attention was on the toys. "Okay, mamma,” they said without sparing me a glance. As we walked out of the shop, little Chris told me about little Grace and Clinton. The fact that Clinton still allowed my kids to get close to my sister and her son placed my heart at rest. “I see, but we are not talking about them. Let's talk about you. What's your favorite cartoon?” “I love Power Rangers and comedy shows,” he said. He was just five years old, and he watched comedy. I got worried.