My father is Homer Simpson.

There are merely thousands of pages of physiology to explain the Simpson family. (You know the family? Yellow, has four fingers, belong on TV?) What some of the pages explain is why all of us can identify members of our family as a member of the Simpson family. And like many people, I can identify some of my family as cartoon characters.

Dad is Homer. He tries to understand his children, but he can't see past his Duff beer. (not that my dad drinks Duff beer, its a metaphor for something else) Probably if we removed the crayon from his nose/brain cavity he'd be brilliant.

Marge is mum. She carefully disguises her wisdom so that other can be empowered by their own choices.

The difference is in the children. In the Simpson family the next generation of children inherit their parents problems but also loose some of their inhibition. Lisa has a mind like a trap, just like Marge. While Marge is careful not to let anyone know, Lisa practically screams her intellect to the world! My siblings and I aren't like that. We have learned from our parents mistakes but somehow battle the idea that we will be forced to make the same ones anyway.

In the Simpson world, every choice made in their water-coloured world is undone at the end of the show. No matter how much progress Homer makes by the end of the show, its gone by the next episode. All maturity gained, lesson learned, improvements made...all are lost.

Unlike the Simpsons we have to battle our own psyche in this water-colorless world. Unlike the Simpsons the choices we make at the end of the day do affect us the following day. We have the ability to grow. We have the ability to mature. Now it is only a matter of choice.