Wil E. Coyote

You know, growing up...we learned things from the greats. We learned that the roadrunner is always faster than the coyote. We learned that umbrella parachutes and human catapults don't really work. We learned that roller skates with rockets on them will inevitably shoot you over a cliff and in a great world we would all be able to hold up one single solitary sign to express our remorse over the idea when most times a simple, "DUH" would be enough.
Today there is Spongebob, Fairly Odd Parents and Hannah Montana. What do these teach? Well, my knowledge here is limited, but from the small amount I have witnessed, I have seen a sea creature lose his head only to get a new one that makes him smarter, a case of serious, "spoiled brat syndrome" and identity crisis.
Landon -- While he was in the backyard on Wednesday he decided a catapult would be a great thing. He knew all he needed was a plank of wood, a balancing rock, and a brick to act as the great momentum launcher. I don't know the rest of his thinking, but can easily picture him with a set of blueprints from Acme as he worked all this out. What happened next...My front door is thrown open while he says loudly, "Mom, I'm bleeding......kinda bad.....from my head." If nothing else I give credit where it is due. This kid knew not to get blood inside the house. Good job Landon. I run to the door to find him gushing blood from his forehead (which required 6 stitches). It wasn't a long gash, but deep enough to make you pucker.
Poor kid, everyone who asked him in the ER tried really hard to keep from laughing while he explained that he was engineering the greatest launcher of all time. He got more and more bitter as the day went on and he had to tell nurse after nurse of his experience. To add insult to injury, this meant he had to miss the last two days of swimming. He's doing fine and doesn't understand why mom thinks it's about time for roadrunner episodes all day. I mean...Let's learn a little something, shall we?