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Tater Tots

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Published on November 01, 2007

I’m all in favor of keeping people safe and their body parts intact. But sometimes it seems that the more we alert people to hazards, the more common sense evaporates. There are warning labels on everything that’s not a Nerf ball, and wall-to-wall TV weather reports every time there’s thunder.

Heck, not long ago, local government was offering to put baby seats in citizens’ cars because the parents couldn’t do the job themselves. I say any daddy who can’t install his own baby seat ought to have to ride in the baby seat.

One last suggestion: if any of you beleaguered parents can’t stop the kids from putting painted toys in their mouths, take away the toys and give ’em some boiled eggs. Tell the kids they’re Weebles.

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