Okay, "hate" is a strong word. Let's just say Caillou bugs the heck out of me right now.
"Caillou" for those who don't know is a cartoon show about a four year-old kid on PBS. Here he is:
I think he's French-Canadian. I'm pretty sure he's Canadian, and with a name like "Caillou" I just assume he's got some French heritage in there.
Anyway, Caillou is the new favorite show for the girls, having recently supplanted "Sesame Street."
What annoys me most about Caillou is that the kid rarely throw a temper tantrum. And the kid always listens to his parents after they tell him something once.
Caillou: I want to play with my car!
Mommy: It's time for bed now Caillou. Why don't we put your car on your table, and it will be there when you wake up.
Caillou: Okay, Mommy!
In our house, this same scenario would play out this way:
Caroline: I want to play with my car!
Daddy: It's time for bed now Caroline. Why don't we put your car on your table, and it will be there when you wake up.
Caroline: No! I want my car! Go away, Daddy!
Now before one of you with no child or a degree in child behavioral development points out to me that the point of "Caillou" is to model correct behavior in children, let me say: I know, I know.
But it still doesn't mean I have to like the agreeable little you-know-what.