Since Emily posted her shame on the internetz yesterday for the whole wide webz to see, I thought I’d reciprocate with a little shame of my own. You see…
I love you, you love me, and Sophie loves this guy:
I really don’t know how it happened. Ok, well, yes I do. It happened because the child can expertly navigate a Netflix menu and I was having one of those days when I needed a Mountain Dew and a Cadbury Creme Egg and I wasn’t as vigilant on my annoying show policing as I should have been.
And now, Sophie is completely enamored of Barney. They are like, BFF. She thinks he is super-dee-duper, and she feels the same way about those other dinorsaurs he hangs with, including the creepy orange one. AND! She knows all the kids names from every episode. She has also taken to asking to be able to search Netflix to see if there are any new Barney’s she hasn’t memorized yet.
Barney-mania has really gotten out of hand, but here’s the really shameful part.
I don’t care that much.
She is learning lots from the songs, and it’s so cute to hear her singing them! SO CUTE.
So as long as I keep my distance from the TV, don’t listen when Barney’s talking, and don’t look directly at the tv and see the high-waisted pants all the kids are dressed in, it’s not too bad.
And I’ll be honest, I would rather Soph be obsessed with ye olde purple dinosaur than with the whiny bald guy ANY DAY!
Because this guy (who is also on Netflix):
makes me want to gouge out my eardrums.
And I am not ashamed to admit that at ALL!





