Take Our Parenting License Away

Jase and I have decided to not expose our little C-Mart to any television of any kind. He came into our world, and the cable box went out. Now we just spend our time making up delightful stories and singing songs...

Okay, fine. Charlie watches TV. He has since his eyes developed the skill of focusing. First it was NBA playoffs. Then a Baby Einstein here, a They Might Be Giants there, and next thing you know, the kid has his own television with a built-in DVD player because he was hogging our TV too much.

Do. Not. Judge. Me.

Well, he's taken over our TV again. See, sometimes instead of watching his TV/DVD combo, it was more fun for him to play with all the little buttons. One even opens up a DVD tray, and there are a variety of items that can be inserted in this tray in addition to a DVD.

So this means Jase and I watch these pre-preschool shows. And here comes the part about taking our parenting license away.

Jase and I have noticed that certain shows and segments could sound, well, dirty.

Take the dance Zoe teaches Grover on "Play with Me, Sesame" - "Let's do the Rhythm of the Hot Dog". Now, come on. The rhythm of the hot dog? And, the part of the dance where they say that line, she rotates her hips in a circle.

It's not our fault.

Then there's the segment between shows on Noggin where Moose A. Moose asks the viewer, "Which worm is the longest?"

As for Tinky Winky being the gay Teletubbie - well, I don't think so, and here's why: yes, he carries a handbag. But he also is the largest (snicker) and has the deepest voice. But Noo-Noo, that sucking vacuum thing? Now that's suspect.