My wacky neighbor visits again, Elijah gets worried about urban living, and I play Animal Battle, all over at Parents.com.

Meanwhile, on Offsprung, I advise young parents about, separately, drinking and rock-n-roll. My advice is tops. Trust me.

The other day, while I was on hold, the waiting entertainment was Dr. Laura. A woman wrote in saying that her husband was complaining that their four-year-old daughter liked to rub stuff on her privates. Dr. Laura's immediate response: "Do you have any reason to believe your husband is molesting your daughter?" My first instinct, on the other hand, would have been to refer the mother to The Honeysuckle Shop for her own needs. Flea knows all, I'd tell her.

And that's one of many reasons why I'm not Dr. Laura.

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