Over the holidays we had a serious amount of couch time and a virtually unlimited number of TV channels.
One thing everyone can agree on: Caillou is a pest. Even the grandparents cringe when this show comes on. My friend recently posted on Facebook that her son asked what planet Caillou was from and she answered Canada.
Even Caillou’s parents are unbelievable. Can they do no wrong? That little whiner complains about everything and his parents have the patience usually given only to saints. Caillou and his primary-colored world, er. I just don’t get it.
And Dora, please! Where’s the ocean? Are you kidding me? It’s right next to you! Give these kids a break. However, I do like to explain the plan for the day in Dora terms: “Breakfast, Shower, Park!” And then if he actually gets dressed I do a little “We did it” dance myself.