Thanks For The Memories. Now Get Lost, Caillou.

Last night, as part of her usual “settle down for bedtime” routine, my daughter asked for Sprout and wished aloud that it be time for Caillou. It was. It never fails; it’s always time for Caillou. Allow me to get this out of the way right now. I genuinely, very strongly dislike the pint-sized complainer. I can’t think … Continue Reading