Today’s guest post is courtesy of the ever talented Jenn of Princess Prose.  I was jump up and down excited when Jenn agreed to do a guest post for me.  A little over a year ago I found Jenn’s blog and immediately fell in love.  I knew I would love it since she had already been cracking me up for a bit on twitter and her blog definitely didn’t fail me.  Since then Jenn and I have become friends and I’ve gotten to know her a bit better.  Jenn is the type of chick you want in your circle of friends.  She is hilarious, smart, witty, not afraid to say whatever is on her mind even if it goes against the grain (love that about her), and if you ever need her Jenn will have your back 100%.

The number of times I have read something of Jenn’s and said “that’s exactly what I was thinking” or “It’s like she was in my brain when she wrote that”have become too numerurous to count.  The guest post that follows is just such an example.  I mean, who comes up with this crap, better known as children’s television? Enjoy this guest post by the fabulous Princess Jenn:

Growing up we weren’t allowed to watch ‘The Simspsons’  in our house.  For years I thought it was because my mom was the ‘Worst. Mommy. EVER!’

I always swore I’d never ban TV shows in my house (how many of you can hear your mother’s voice saying “well, when you move into your own house you can do whatever you want”?).

*sigh*… you can see where this is going right?

Karma is a b*tch.

My daughter is only three and already the list of Shows That Shall Not Be Viewed In This House is growing.

Don’t get me wrong, there are several good kids shows out there, but there are even more that make me want to claw my eyes out and stick an ice pick into my brain.

Caillou is high up on that list. The theme song starts off with Caillou singing “I’m just a kid who’s four and each day I grow some more, I like exploring. I’m Caillou”.

What he should be singing is “I’m just a whiny brat who has a stupid cat. I’m good at irritating you.”

Yeah, exactly what I want my kid to learn.

The best episode of Caillou I saw, though, is the one where ‘mommy has a headache’ and goes to bed leaving Caillou to watch his little sister.  He’s FOUR!  (yes, I’m yelling at a cartoon)

Even higher though, is the dreaded Max & Ruby.

Ruby is an overbearing bossy bunny?  Check.

Max speaks in demanding one word sentences?  Check?

No parents?  Check.

The biggest question is whether their parents are:

  1. absentee parents.
  2. parents that are working all the time.
  3. lying as roadkill on the side of some highway.
  4. buried under the stairs.

Knowing Max and Ruby, I’m leaning towards #4, and THAT is something I definitely don’t want my daughter learning.

Now you’ll have to excuse me as I go re-hide the harmonica my mother gave my daughter for her birthday (securing her place as the Worst. Grandma. EVER!) and add it to the list of toys that are banned in MY house.

(Jenn also does some fabulous web design works so if you’re in the market definitely check her out, http://designsby.princessjenn.com/)

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