It was a rough weekend on our household. L came home with a stomach bug Thursday that JD contracted on Sunday. So far I’m feeling fine and praying that by some miracle I’m able to avoid the nastiness. I spent the majority of the weekend disinfecting, obsessively washing my hands and running constant cycles of bedding, towels and blankets through the wash.
Because of this, the weekend was what I’d call a “lazy parenting weekend.” Translation: L watched a lot of TV. I know it’s not good and I really do try to limit it, but sometimes you do what you gotta do. #momlife
When L does watch TV, we generally put on Sprout, an all-preschool channel that has good, surprisingly tolerable programming. Well, tolerable except for one. Caillou.
JD and I both loathe this show with passion. Naturally, L loves it (seriously, it’s like toddlers have a 6th sense for doing exactly what you don’t want them to do). I can summarize every single episode like this- Caillou does something mean to his younger sister/friend/classmate. He then proceeds to whine for the majority of the episode. Finally, his parents/teacher teach him a valuable lesson and he apologizes, while still managing to sound whiny. The end. Not only is this kid miserably rude, but his voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
Seriously, who put this show on TV?