Cartoon Condition: Leaders and losers in the democracide of Armenia
I have the terrifying pleasure of living with a five-year old philosopher.
A year before she reached the seasoned maturity that now reveals itself in alternating identifications with Barbie and/or Scooby Doo, her analytical skills emerged while a morning fashion crisis loomed over whether she’d be more kindergartenly stylish in her purple or in her turquoise tights. Prompted by some toy that found its way to the top of the mountain of plush and plastic that is her world, Barbie Doo engaged in a debate with her mother over what animals are called. Reply |