Elena is watching Caillou* right now and I was thinking to myself, it’d be fun to do a post with a list of my all time least-favorite television shows. The problem with this idea is that I get Stockholm Syndrome whenever anything is terrible and soon the terrible things have a warm place in my heart.
I suspect that in the future, Caillou will bring back fond memories of the time we’re in now, when Elena is small and comes running to give me a big hug when I come home from work, and still wants to snuggle before bed, and when she poops on the ground and scares herself to tears (wait a second, I won’t miss that). So while I’m currently hiding from the little bald whiner, I secretly kind of like him.
*Fun fact: There was a rumor before the last presidential election that Mitt Romney was going to ban hair weaves and everyone was going to go around looking like Caillou and Lil Bill