Recently Amy’s cartoon of choice has switched from Maggie and the Ferocious Beast to Dora the Explorer. As is the case with many converts she has become almost fanatical about her new allegiance. I had a particularly bad night’s sleep on Tuesday, and so Wednesday was spent trying to mask my irritability. Amy was especially keen on watching her favourite episode of Dora over and over again (City of lost toy’s in case you are interested). Normally we only let Amy watch around an hours TV in the morning and half an hour before she goes to bed. That morning I was too tired to resist and, frankly, relished the opportunity to lie on the couch and doze while she stared at the screen. After the forth viewing however I began to feel I’d had about enough of Dora and Boots her monkey sidekick. So when she requested it be put on for the fifth time something inside me snapped.Â
That evening when Kerry came home from work she started to initiate our normal bedtime routine of bath, Dora, book, bed. When Kerry asked Amy if she wanted to watch TV Amy replied solemnly:
“We can’t watch Dora mummy because BOOM! daddy’s head will explodeâ€
Related posts:
Best we get the other Dora DVD’s in the post then – along with a packet of paracetamol and a hairnet to keep Dan’s head together!