Tubbies=crack/cocaine for toddlers

I hate the Teletubbies. I hate Barney, too. My husband tells me that I should never hate but it's not like these are people or anything. Connor loves them both. I guess I should be grateful that there is something that could keep him entertained when I am fighting with a telemarketer on the phone; although I am not really excited about him learning any of the language that they use on these shows. I can barely understand anything dipsy or lala are saying...do we really need our children learning to talk like babies...and Barney with all of his love this and love that, let's hold hands and hug all the time. No wonder today's teens have a record high dose of hormones. I make Connor wear pants when he watches Barney because, well, the dinosaur just plain freaks me out. In my mind I can hear Barney saying "C'mon boys and girls. Lets take our clothes off!" Maybe I am the only person who is weirded out by these shows. I look back at the shows I watched as a kid. I LOVED the Muppets (the two old grumpy guys were my favorite...I wonder why?) Romper Room was another one that I couldn't miss. And I don't care what you all say about Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. I thought that guy was cool with his sneakers and sweaters. Maybe my parents hated my shows too. Wow, I never thought of that. The other day I accidentally baked some biscuits a tad too long (OK...burned) by the time I realized it, I ran into the kitchen saying "Oh, Shit!" Connor is watching his tubbies in the living room and clear as a bell says "Shit". I had to give him an overdose of Baby Einstein so that he would not remember the word. I guess those lovable puppets aren't so bad after all.