Special agent alert

When I found out I was having a boy, I knew I was in for the whole “look mom, I’m a secret agent” ride. There’s something about having testosterone that makes you want to hold a gun and skulk around corners with a half pout. If I didn’t know better, I’d try to pin the blame on Playhouse Disney’s Special Agent Oso, which is basically a story about another useless secret agent but you and I both know that tv only exacerbates a condition that was already there in the first place.

What I didn’t expect was how fun it would be to watch.

PS. I know some parents don’t allow their kids to play with guns, even water guns because it promotes violence. I don’t have a defense to that except that squirting water at someone else square in the face is strangely therapeutic. He’s got tons of squirties in the shape of smiley faces but it’s like he knows it’s way more macho to hold a magnum. I’m just glad we believe in gun control.