Our children, like most, love watching their daily cartoons. Sesame Street, Dinosaur Train and The Cat in the Hat are just a few of their favorites. They usually half-watch half-play when watching cartoons but the instant Caillou comes on they are silent, watching, as if in wonder. They adore Caillou.
Caillou has become our “magic-wand” cartoon. If the kids are getting a bit out of control, or if mom and dad need 1/2 hour of peace and quite we put on Caillou. It works everytime.
For as much as I love Caillou I do have one very big issue with Caillou. The MOM, her name is Doris. (thank you Wikipedia for that bit of information).
She looks innocent in her over-sized red sweatshirt with yellow ruffles, but I want to know:
Who does she think she is?
Caillou looks out the window to see that it has snowed, “can I go out to play” he asks. “Of course!” mom replies, as she swiftly dresses him and sends him out to play in the snow alone!
Caillou want’s to paint…. “Sure” mom says, not a problem for Doris!
Caillou want’s to play in the rain…. “I don’t see why not” mom says.
Really Caillou’s mom? Really? In the rain?! Alone in the snow? Who does that?
She makes me feel bad some times, she bakes a cake and lets her FOUR year old decorate it. Why don’t I ever do that? Why don’t I let my kids go run around in the rain and mud? Why don’t I drop everything I’m doing to take my kids outside to play in the snow? Why does she make me feel so bad about myself?
Then I remember.
I’m a REAL LIVE MOM!
I actually have to clean up after the cake and the mud. It takes me 20 minute to get my kids dressed to go play in the snow. I have laundry, dishes, meals to cook and a business to run.
I am real and this is real life! So Caillou’s Mom, yes, YOU, the cutesy, always smiling, kinda-pregnant looking, CARTOON, you can stop making me feel bad. I’m doing just fine!
Have you ever felt that way? Am I the only one who’s feeling a little frustration towards Doris? Am I the only one who thinks she always looks pregnant, or is it just me?
A note: I hope you all realize that I’m not actually out to get Caillou, his mom or the wonderful PBS. I love them all, but seriously it would be great if Caillou didn’t always get his way. Let’s see a little reality once in a while.