My two and a half year old son has taken to calling himself “McLovin’â€. Needless to say, that is not his name.
This new moniker originated courtesy of my husband, R. who, clearly in a moment of amazing judgment, decided to watch a portion of Superbad with our toddler son. As if exposing a toddler to this generation’s Porky’s wasn’t moronic enough, neglecting to remember that he recently has been parrot-like in his repeating of everything he hears just adds insult to the cinematic injury. Keep reading »
