A few weeks before we left for NH, Tamara stopped by for one of her visits at Casa Munchkin Wrangler in Knoxville.
As she walked in, the TV was on Disney Channel. Quinn was half-watching the Doodlebops while Daddy was packing up some boxes.
Tamara (aghast): “What’s the deal with that? Ridiculous face paint, spastic dancing, retarded voices, silly costumes…”
Marko (looking up at the TV): “Oh, it’s the Doodlebops. They’re Canadian.”
Tamara: “Oh.”
6 Comments
April 26, 2008 at 7:57 am
They’re planting all kinds of foul bolshevik ideas in preschool minds, too.
April 26, 2008 at 8:24 am
At least it wasn’t the wiggles or your kid’s be Aussie homosexuals. With good dancing skills.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that!
April 26, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Blast you, Marko!
I made the mistake of clicking on the Doodlebops link. I read the whole thing, hoping against hope there would be SOME redeeming value to it. And there’s six minutes of my life gone, gone away.
No, I would not seek revenge upon thee, but I feel you’re incurring some really crappy karma, pal.
JPG
April 26, 2008 at 6:28 pm
There’s no Cana-da like French Cana-da…
April 26, 2008 at 8:47 pm
I hate the damn “Doodlebops.”
“Bear in the Big Blue House,” however, rocks my socks off — particularly if you imagine the bear in a kilt. Then he’d look like the Cranky Dad/Grandpa.
May 1, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Most programming geared towards children will rot your brainstem and is downright insulting.