Damn Canadians
As of late Alice has two shows that when they are on she has to see them. You already know one and that's Sesame Street. The other is this cooky one out of Canada called Caillou (pronounced Kai-You). Now I'm not a big fan of this show, but it also hasn't given me a reason to HATE it until yesterday.
You see, yesterday Caillou was making cookies with his babysitter (just happened to be the creepy old man next door) and Alice goes BONKERS wanting a cookie. Well Caillou comes on RIGHT before nap time and I wasn't about to give her one until she woke up. It was all I could do to convince her that she couldn't have one now, but if she slept good she could have one when she woke up. I eventually convinced her that this was a good idea and off she went to dreamland. Fast forward a few hours later when I hear stirring coming from her room. I enter and instead of getting greeted by lovely things like:
MOMMEEEEEYYYY! or
HIIIII MOMMA!! or even the occasional
WAAAAAHHH!
I hear:
Mommy, COOKIE?! COOKIE MOMMY?!
You would have thought I was torturing her the way she screamed and waled when I told her:
Let's change your diaper first.
I thought this would be a one time thing, but apparently I underestimated the power 4 year old Canadian CARTOON boys have over my daughter. This morning it was the same thing. No usual cute greeting, no hugs for Mommy, no cuddling for a few minutes while baby girl wakes up. The first thing out of her mouth this morning was:
COOKIE?!
Are you KIDDING me?! You're killing me kid.
FYI: I don't REALLY hate Canadians - some of my best friends are Canadian. Now Matt, HE'S another story (I'll let you decide if I meant Matt hates Canadians or if I hate Matt).
