For “S,” I'll be listening to System Of a Down, “Mezmerize,” if anyone's interested. I'll just warn you ahead of time, it's late and I'm pretty sacked-out, so this will likely be a pretty short post.
Something that's concerned me about parenting is Santa, and his Easter and tooth-loss counterparts. As parents, I'll need to rely on the trust of my children. When I say “(s)he's no good for you...” or “Heroin and crack will make you a useless leech on society, and will probably kill you.” I'm hoping that they will trust me enough to not go out shooting-up, or going into shady places because they need to see for themselves.
I may be taking a naive point of view on this, but it seems that if they spend the first 8-10 years of their life being told of Santa, and other fanciful creatures, they may not have the trust in their parents when it really counts. “Sweety, that car looks cool, but it'll cost you more than it's worth.” “Sure Daddy, ten years ago, it was rabbits spreading chocolate through the house, now you just don't want me to have this cool car.”
Of course, many argue that those fights of fancy are what make childhood so wonderful. What do ya'll think?
But “S” also stands for one of the best things about having kids; I now have an excuse to have Dr Seuss books in the house. Apparently, I've got a soft spot for nonsensical rhymes: “Ten tired turtles in a tuttle tuttle tree.” (Wrong letter, but that's the one I remember off the top of my head :P )