No, I was thinking about the two who recently emailed me. It seems that at least two very young kiddies enjoy reading me enough that they felt the need to contact me and tell me all about how they love my diary and they sometimes print out entries and take them to school to read to their little friends. These little girls seem to be pre-teens, and each of them keep a diary here on Diaryland. I went to check each of them out, and I doubt they're lying about their ages.

So this brings me to my shower. Obviously, if these two mini-kiddies are thrilled to death by my entries, there are more that are just as interested. I began to wonder if I should begin to show some consideration in what I talk about. I mean, don't I have a responsibility to the mini-kiddies that read me? The answer came upon me as clear and bright as the morning sun:

Why yes, I do have a responsibility to my young readers!

Like I mentioned in my disclaimer, it is the parents responsibility to monitor their children's internet habits. Now if little Suzie-kiddie and Johnny-kiddie are left alone enough to become avid readers of my diary, why, for all their parents know, they're looking up snowman porn and making dates with internet predators.

So, since their parents care so much about the surfing habits and general safety of these mini-kiddies, the least I can do is be yet another voice of corruption and try to give these parents something to really worry about as Johnny-kiddie and Suzie-kiddie enter puberty.

In that vein, Cosmo and I watched Chicago last night and DAMN!! I would sell my mother to give Taye Diggs a full body tongue bath. Ooh, the things I would do to that man!!

Now I have to put on some shoes and get lunch together.