When Megmonster was little I had no problem sitting down and helping her dress Barbie. In fact, she's still mad that I super glued all her Barbie shoes on so they would not get lost.

But poor Evan gets the short end of the stick when it comes to "boy stuff." I hate video games and I know nothing about Yu-Gi-Oh! and those overly expensive trading cards.

Tonight Evan stood in front of me with his trading cards and begged me to duel with him. I tried to tell him that his dad was better at dueling than I was (it always works when I tell him "I know nuthin bout no video games, go ask yo daddy he knows that technical kinda stuff") but tonight Evan took one look at his father's lifeless body (except for the caveman like snoring emanating from his wide-gaping mouth) and again he begged me to play Yu-Gi-Oh! duel with him.

Feeling desperate at this point I suggested that the cat might like to play cards with him. Evan looked at me and with a disgusted tone said, "Kitty does not have thumbs. You can't duel if you don't have thumbs."

Having no logical comeback, I surrendered and spent the rest of the evening in a Yu-Gi-Oh! duel.