This weekend we celebrated David’s birthday by spending two relaxing nights at the Skirvin Hotel in Oklahoma City. We were both exhausted, he was fighting a bit of a chest cold and I’ve been having asthma problems so all we wanted to do was rest and not go anywhere. Fortunately the Skirvin is the perfect place to do that and we were even upgraded to a suite, which was quite lovely.
Anyway, on Saturday morning we snuggled in the luxurious king-size bed with exceptionally soft linens and down pillows while David channel surfed on the large flat screen television across from the bed. As he scrolled through the channels we noticed an absence of the sort of cartoons we used to enjoy on Saturday mornings as kids. The ones we did find were pretty stupid. I feel rather sorry for children these days. We used to look forward to Saturday mornings but kids today can probably find some sort of children’s program most anytime on one of the hundreds of channels available. If not, all they have to do is pop in a DVD. I think the instant gratification and lack of anticipation is a real loss. Not to mention, so much of the kids programming these days isn’t even entertaining.
So in memory of the Saturday mornings of my childhood: