#RealMamaLife: On Television & Accepting Programming That Creeps Me Out
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This right here? This would be my children watching a show that I had until very recently, completely hidden from their radar.
But sometimes, sometimes children go to their grandparents and very bad things happen. Bad things like being introduced to Barney.
Clearly it’s not really a bad thing so much. How’s an innocent grandparent to know of the horrific brain-melting effects that Barney can have on parent’s brain from being subjected to Barney on a daily basis?
Because they aren’t there every day. We are.
(The idea of a ‘Barney’ was surely ludicrous. Impossible! Back in their days of parenting.)
Now, I’m one of those moms who whole-heartedly supports (heck i’ll even advocate for it), children watching T.V. They key is in moderation and the qualtiy of programming one lets their kids watch. While Barney’s song and dance may cause a deep shudder to cascade over me each and every time, my kids love that big purple freak.
Could be worse. Begrudgingly, I will admit that they are doing some learning and loving the songs. Which is more than I can credit the likes of Cailou providing any sort of valuable brain food to my kids. That bald kid and his snivelling, whiny self with his perfectly white-washed, ass-backward family can kiss my grits. But seriously. How many mommy-pills is that kid’s mom ON?
Psh. So now my kids watch Barney, sometimes while eating breakfast.
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