Might as well. We pay grown men and women millions to play kids games and call them heros.
Being retired after working most of my 67 years I promise you most of those things you think you’ll never use get used.
You just wait until you get older and hicup and fart one after the other. Time it right and you can play the “1812 Overture”
Women do multi-task. A little real work then worry about what their mate is doing, worry about what their hair looks like, wondering what color nail polish to use next time. They multi-task just very little of it is productive.
She has a point. I hate those. Even worse is when the crawler is layered on top of one or two others and you can’t read any of them.
Always someone willing to decide.
Seems a bit extreme to stop a thumb sucker. My experience is they all grow out of it without all that trama. How is Elizabeth going to explain the appliance to her friends without being teased even more?
Always made it clear to my female employees that they can equal pay and equal treatment but they don’t get to play the “girl card” when they don’t want to do something.
In real life she would have tossed it to mom and said “mommmm would you wash this for me pleassssse?”.
Actually a very far sighted strip. My stint as a single father began in the early 90s. Being a single parent is difficult no matter what sex you are but being male presented special problems. Schools always asked to speak to their mother. My bosses did not understand when I needed off for the kids. Other parents did not let their kids come over to spend the night because you must be a pervert. Remember once trying to buy a white tee shirt for my daughter and the sales person saying I better ask her mother because white was hard to keep clean. The Attorney General refused to persue child support. No publicity in dead beat moms. And the list went on and on. My kids were clean, fed and well dressed. My daughter had French braids when she wanted. Both my son and daughter are well adjusted and did well in school. For me women were potholes in the road of life. Thank you. (putting soap box away)