This post was supposed to be called “Motherfucking Caillou,” but the Husband wouldn’t let me use a swear word in the title. So I’m saying it now. MOTHERFUCKING CAILLOU.
That’s right. I know every single parent is thinking the same thing, so don’t act all innocent with me.
I’m going to kill whoever introduced Caillou to my kid. Friggin’ whiny Caillou. I know I’m supposed to support Canadian television, and he’s just a little kid and shit. I KNOW. But that voice, Jesus! Even the Threenager knows how I feel:
“Mamas and Daddies don’t like this, do they?” (spoken from the potty, while watching Caillou)
“No, they don’t.”
“Only good shows?”
I swear, that conversation happened this morning.
I made a vow once that no child of mine would ever be allowed to watch Caillou in my house*. And yet, here we are. WHAT HAVE YOU TURNED ME INTO, OH EVIL POTTY TRAINING?? A goddamn hypocrite, that’s what.
This post is brought to you by the number three, and being indoors for too long.
*this isn’t for any other reason except that I might have to watch it too. Which I totally cannot handle. That voice sets my teeth on edge, and the pace of the show makes me want to claw my eyes out. But hey, it amuses preschoolers, so mission accomplished, I guess.