Dear Pixar,
Thank you for Cars.
Thank you for making car rides easier, play time lengthier and our house quieter.
However…
We hate you.
You have made bed time the single-worst hour of our lives. The sheer number of times “Likeada Queen” and “Figment Missle” need to be played with, hugged, kissed, put to bed, thrown in the toy basket, and finally, staged as guards of the boys’ bedroom is staggering. We go through this process roughly 6-7 times a night. It’s exhausting and not cute. At all. And we are near a boiling point.
So, please, do us a favor and shut it down. No more movies, no more lunch pails, no more coloring books.
Please. We beg you.
Ka-chow,
The Fehlings
