Dear Children’s Television Programmers,
First and foremost, thank you. Thank you for the free babysitting, for teaching my child a second language (albeit Spanish when our official second language is French), and how to count. I know, I know. I should be nothing but grateful, yet here I sit with a bone to pick and a blog to pick it on.
I have to admit, that complaining about something that I could so easily avoid is totally bratty, but let’s just say I’ve learned from the best. Your best.
“I’m just a kid who’s four. Each day I grow some more.” I can tell you one thing you’re not growing some more of, Caillou. Hair.
I. Hate. Caillou.
