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Dora... We Meet Again...

Oh, barnacles, the Little One has discovered Dora The Explorer! Rats! My sweet Puddin' walks around asking to "watta Dowa" on the "teedee" daily. She is adorable with it, though, because, unlike my anti-social older offspring, she actually interacts with the program! Isn't that the whole point of the obnoxious show? (actually, the older children recently informed me that they do not like the way Dora talks to them - I think they feel insulted!)

Anyway, though Dora the Explorer is not my favorite children's program, it is cute to watch Dania clap her hands with Dora, call out the Spanish words, and sing the songs! And let's not forget that during the episode, she is not climbing Mount Mommy to fiddle with my earlobe or scaling the pantry shelves in search of a "nack."

Ah, well, could be worse. She could be addicted to The Wiggles. {shudder} I never could get into that group.

Have a fabulous weekend!

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  1. or Cailou or however you spell it. WHAT is wrong with that kid?!?

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