Someone Call Bunny Protective Services

Or "Max and Ruby vs. Charlie and Lola, a study in brief"

Max and Ruby are indeniably children, and yet there is no mention of parents. There is a grandmother, infrequently present, as well as a Bunny Scout Leader. There is also one "Mrs. Huffington" who seems to utilize Ruby for babysitting services.

Ruby is obviously a very capable child with a maturity far exceeding what is expected at her tender age. She is, however, incapable of effectively communicating with or disciplining her brother. Max, on the other hand, is obstinate and argumentative. Ruby, presumably the "parental figure" of the family, is often caught up in imaginary play and daydreaming.

A cursory review reveals a disturbing scenario wherein Ruby, a child herself, is apparently the head of the household. She is left with duty of feeding, bathing, and clothing her brother, as well as putting him to bed. There is no doubt that protective services should immediately be called to find out how these two children have been left to their own devices for survival.

Charlie and Lola, on the other hand, make frequent reference to their parents, even though the parents are never actually directly observed. Lola is a precocious child, prone to dramatic outbursts and emotionally attached to familiar objects. Charlie, the eldest of the two, is practical and patient in his dealings with his sister. He is adept at encouraging her to face the unfamiliar and accept reality. The parents are, presumably, present on a reliable basis.

It is for this reason that Max and Ruby have been unceremoniously ousted from our TiVO recording schedule and replaced with the adventures of the artistically-tempered Lola and her practical and level-headed brother, Charlie.

Also? They talk with cool British accents, which Jack imitates to my unending delight.

Oh, and also, also? This whole post was to distract you from this end part, wherein I reveal that we have traded in my sleek, sexy little Malibu Maxx for a Dodge Grand Caravan. It has cool, automatic sliding doors and such. It has a six-dvd changer for the t.v. screen in it, a 5-cd changer, and a cassette deck. It has wireless headphones and more storage cubbies and cup-holders than you can shake a stick at. And? It's a minivan.

I just heard my Cool meter shatter as the bottom dropped out.

And how was your week?