What's with the football head and all that yelling? Seriously Dora, our kids can hear just fine, and if they cant, there's always Signing Times or Blues Clues. And how many times do we need to hear about where you're going? My daughter repeats her sentences ten fucking times in a row as it is...now I know where she gets it.
Max and Ruby:
Although I admit that I sorta like this cartoon, I think Ruby is quite bossy and methinks Max needs a bit of speech therapy. Even my 3-year-old daughter tells me "mom, Ruby is not very nice." I know, Ava, she's a little bossy to Max, isn't she? I think Ava relates to Max as the younger sibling...how sweet. My five-year-old, Jack, has already asked me the ten million dollar question..."mom, where are Max and Ruby's mom and dad?" Dude, I've been asking myself that for years!
Hip Hop Harry:
Even worse than that purple nightmare, Barney, Hip Hop Harry teaches kids everywhere how to rap, how to say "Go! Go! Go!" fifty million times and how to be a gangsta! Word to your mother.
Who thought up this ghetto asshole, anyway? My son watched him very briefly and I could hardly choke down my spit I wanted to throw up so badly.....and who hired the freaking Gotti kid be the kid in the show? (if you've seen the show- you know what kid I'm talking about)
Oh! And don't you love the token white girl? Yeahhhhh, I know the homies like those blond white girls! Been there! Heehee
"Hey kids! Water is good for your body! Let's drink like the homies and drink .....water. Spencer! Break it down!"
Go Harry! Go Harry! Go Harry!
Someone get me an Advil.
And a Valium.
And a beer.
And some earplugs.