Why doesn't anyone make a kids show that parents can tolerate? Is it just me, or does everyone long for valium when they hear the opening bars of "Dora The Explorer"? While watching the tube, I suspect my Terrors are thinking stuff like "la la la, my friend on TV, la la la poop, la la". Who knows. Here's a brief rundown on what I'm thinking:
What is with that child's head? Why is it shaped like a huge football? Her parents seem normal, perhaps it's not genetic. Who dresses her? Every day with the pink shirt and orange shorts. If she has to wear the same thing every day, couldn't they find clothes that match? Arghhh! The shouting! Somebody needs to teach Dora to use an "inside voice" when she's talking!
Why doesn't anyone but Franklin have a real name? His friends don't call him "Turtle", so why does he call them Bear, Skunk, Badger, etc.?
Caillou. What the hell kind of name is that? That kid is four? Why is he still so friggin' whiny, then? Things she will learn from this show: Names do not follow any spelling rules, and whining gets you everything.
Again with the name confusion. Sister Bear, Brother Bear, Mama Bear, and Papa Bear are friends with animals who all get real names, like Franklin. But the main family here is stuck with title/names.
If George Shrinks and his father are so damn smart, and can invent all those vehicles for the little guy, why can't they figure out how to make George a normal size?
Hubby brought home a video of The Wiggles on Sunday. Before then, we'd been blessedly wiggle free. I didn't watch much of the video, just enough for these few thoughts: Oh my freakin' god. Whatever drugs those guys are on, I want some. Now, please make it stop and go away. Stop the insanity!