- November 20, 2024
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They say it takes a village to raise a child but “they,” as a rule, are usually idiots.
Let's face it: “Their” track record is spotty at best. These are the same people who invented banana-flavored candy, remember. They talk on speakerphone in restaurants, read the daily horoscope and regularly use the word "lie-barry."
Now, I don't want to offend anyone here. I'm not saying it's impossible to be somebody who wears pajama pants in public and also offers sound life advice. I'm just saying that if you've ever seen a choreographed dance at a wedding and thought, "What a nice surprise!" well, I'll politely nod and smile, but I won't take a word of your guidance — or your back sass, for that matter, after I ask you to leave my home, please, and never, ever come back.
The simple truth is this: It doesn't take a village to raise a child. It takes money. Like, lots of money.
Don't believe me? Check out any kid's holiday wish list — which, in some circles, I'm told, are delivered alongside loan applications.
Charlotte's Christmas List
Here is a sampling of my 11-year-old stepdaughter's list — a mere sprinkling, mind you, of my favorite items. Feel free to laugh in utter disbelief at each request, as I did, when she first went public with this shameless showcase of audacity and entitlement.
Phone
AirPods
Apple Watch
"Custom-built skateboard with my name on it"
Nintendo Switch
Me: “Charlotte, be a dear and fetch King Mikey (I make her call me King Mikey) a fresh wheel of feasting cheese, will you? And do make haste.”
Her: “Ughhhhhhh….”
Me: “Switch be gone!”
Then I’ll clap twice from my royal throne (that’s what I make her call the couch), and Rebecca will know to rip the Nintendo from the wall and throw it like a frisbee into my noble resting chambers (bedroom), where I’ll proceed to play it for hours after Char goes to sleep.
And no — “they” won’t be invited.
Mike Cavaliere is the author of The Humorist: Adventures in Adulting & Horror Movies, available now.