Driving home from school today, Lucy kept shouting out the window, “Those meddling kids!” She’s a huge Scooby-Doo fan, and I like the show too. Yes, I wish Scooby or Scrappy were a girl, but there are two main female characters and they do all solve mysetries together as a team. Daphne is the “pretty one,” a glossy red head who always worries about messing her hair and wants to shop; Velma is “the smart one” who usually figures out the crucial clue; she has short hair and wears glasses.

So in the car, Lucy said, “Let’s play Scooby-Doo, I want to be Daphne.”

I said, “I want to be Velma. Velma is soooo smart!”

So Alice said, “I want to be Velma.”

Lucy said, “No, I want to be Velma!”

I said, “No, I’m Velma. I said so first.”

So we all fought over it and then decided we would all call each other Velma, even baby Rose could be Velma.

(This is, by the way, the exact same thing I do in the morning to get them to eat raisin bran instead of coco puffs, I say: “I want the raisin bran. I LOVE raisin bran! Yum!” Then I get myself a bowl.  Of course, I’d rather not incite fighting, but there’s plenty to go around so its all good, I think.)