I had never even heard of these little monsters 'til Ayelet over at Bad Mother mentioned them a few days back, and lo, the curse has come upon me. I should know better than to make smart-ass comments about these things. Today was the first day I let the Boy pick out all his own books and movies at the library--not because he isn't capable, but because today was the first day I had my mom around to run interference with the Girl so that I could actually hang out with the boy in the main library without dragging around the Screaming Banshee. And which movie did he pick?
Yeah. Friggin' Hamtaros. Why Lord, why?
Well, worse things could happen. He never like Barney or those god-awful, drug-induced Teletubbies, so I should thank my lucky stars that the dream lasted this long.
But no more smartie comments over at Bad Mother. Just to be on the safe side.
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Say nothing against the Teletubbies. I heart the teletubbies.
Anyway, nothing's as bad as Barney. Nothing.
Remember "HR Puffinstuff"? I used to *love* that show. We found it on video and watched it, and all I could do was sit there with my mouth hanging open, thinking, "Wow. Woooowwwah."
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