The other day, my daughter lined up her entourage of toy companions in a row and told me, "They are watching television, daddy."
"What are they watching?" I asked, hoping it wasn't True Detective. I don't need some cuddly corduroy robot telling me how it transcends its tropes.
"Um... Magazine and Poo Poo," she said.
Magazine and Poo Poo?
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