Don’t tell me you didn’t snicker at that one. Barney and Friends got what for in a scathing article in the London Times over the weekend, along with a score of other kiddie favorites.
Most of the shows featured were British, and I’ve never seen them, so I can’t weigh in on just how evil they really are. And I’m sadly not as vitriolic about Bob the Builder as the mom who wrote “Can we fix it? No we can’t. Not ever.” Although I had to laugh when she points out he never seems to make an honest woman of that Wendy.
Not hating on Bob, Scoop and Dizzy doesn’t make me a model mom. I save my complete and utter loathing for Max and Ruby (or, as my husband has renamed it, Max and Doody – which my unwitting daughter has picked up on). Is there a better example out there of a reason NOT to have two kids? A worse spokesbunny for big sisters everywhere? The show is based on the books of Rosemary Wells, who has a few I’ve actually purchased for my daughter and LIKE – so where did this controlling bitch come from? And when is her little brother going to grow some bunny balls and stuff a box of Bunny Scout cookies down her throat?
Somebody tell me I’m not alone. What shows do your kids love and you wish an asteroid upon?