Are there any parents out there that actually like Caillou? Goo is in love with it, and I let her watch for it a while, until I noticed a new trend:
Whining. Incessant, annoying, high-pitched, nails-on-a-chalkboard, whining. I blame it on Caillou.
Does that child even have the ability to speak in a normal voice? “Mooooommmmy, Rosie took my cup!” “Daaaaaadddddyyy, I want to help with the magnets!” “Graaaaaandpaaaa, why hasn’t anyone taken me to the doctor for my alopecia?”
*Science Geek moment: alopecia is hair loss, from the body, or scalp, often as a result of an autoimmune reaction. The body attacks the hair follicles and partial, or total, hair loss is the result.
Yeah, let me side track on that for a second. The kid is four years old. He’s either got alopecia, or a serious vitamin deficiency. Either way, his obvious medical needs are being ignored. What kid is on the verge of kindergarten and still doesn’t have a hair on his head? His parents are clearly ignoring a very real issue that could cause him extensive play ground drama for years to come. What kind of an example does that set?
Also, I would love to have his mom’s job. They have a nice home, though I personally disagree with the decor. All white with primary color accents just doesn’t do it for me. But they’re also rocking a sweet family car, Caillou is enrolled in preschool, they seem to have whatever they need without having to check the budget, and she goes to work about 1 out of every 10 episodes. I could totally handle a well-paying job that only required me to work once every other week.
But there’s the whining. Oh, the whining. There’s just something about that little boy’s voice that makes me we want to stab my ear with a fork. And Goo has picked up on that. She loves the whine. She uses it. All. The. Time. So guess what?
Caillou went into time-out. Forever. Caillou has gone to that big time-out chair in the sky, and he’s never coming back to this house.
Goo now asks to watch it by saying, “Mommy, can I watch Caillou? Caillou’s all done whining!” Deep down, I know she knew how to whine all by herself. That she didn’t need an outside influence. That I can’t actually blame Caillou. But if I can reinforce my disdain for whining by banning him to eternal time-out, so be it. Plus, that’s one less fork I have to drive into my ear on a daily basis.