My daughter has spent all summer watching episodes of the show "Supernatural." It has never been a show I watched, not because it was too scary.....back in the day I never missed The X-Files, although I changed my viewing habits when I started to wonder exactly what a sixth month old baby absorbs as my sixth month old baby stared raptly at the TV one Sunday night. Turns out, he absorbed a love of horror films and has helped his sister find her love of the same.
My daughter has watched episode after episode, and gives us a synopsis of each, and sometimes I have come home from work and find that she'd been crying because the show was that sad. I understand. I still tear up when I think of the last episode of "Angel."
I don't object to the material of the show, or the nightly recap of a show I have never watched, or the emotions she has tied up in these two brothers.
No, what I find troublesome is that she now has a dream car, thanks to the brothers, and she wants a '67 Impala so badly, I'm sure she can taste it. Before she started watching "Supernatural," she wouldn't have been able to pick out a '67 Impala from a sea of Toyotas. Now, she is a fount of knowledge concerning this dream car, and can be found searching Craigslist on the off chance that one can be found for an affordable price.
FYI: it can't be found!
It doesn't have to be '67 Impala, but it should have two doors, and the same muscle car shape and the cute '69 Dodge Dart I found was knocked out of the running because it was too cute and had four doors and a vinyl roof and my daughter knows exactly what she wants......her Dad is so proud!