I have a 3 1/2 year old Grandson and he loves this slop. When our kids were growing up the worst we had to deal with was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
First of all, is Caillou on Chemotherapy or what? Why does he have Charlie
Browns haircut?
And his overly mellow mom and pussywimp dad. How much Valium are they on a day? Nobody with little kids is that calm all the time.
But the voice! That annoying voice! No sound has irritated me this much since Spinner on the old Clutch Cargo show!
That person would not be me, though I’m usually the first or second to say, “Well, you’re not in its target demographic.” I hate it and I’ve only see ads for it because I could see instantly it was part of that Canadian conspiracy to suck all of the life and entertainment value out of children’s cartoons, like The Care Bears and everything shown on Qubo.
Oh God yes, I hate that bastard. My older kids have outgrown him, but I have a 1 year old I will try to avoid him with. One thing I figured out is that because it was done in Canada, it is created to be dubbed into both French and English which causes the mouth motions to be a bit off, adding to the annoyance level. Max and Ruby also suck.
My sentiments exactly. I can sit through a lot of children’s/toddler programing because it makes my son happy and we’re not watching it for my benefit. Caillou isn’t one of those programs. Happily, my son shows little interest in it.
Caillou touches that magic nerve that makes you want to punch someone in the face (my wife overheard me saying this to the iPad, and she finished my sentence with ‘throat’).
If that little fucker was an actual living, breathing child I would be sickened at the thoughts I have about the multitude of ways I want to cave in his fucking head.
Seeing as he’s not real however, I can continue these fantasies unabated and without guilt.
I’ve been telling you people that for years. I’m glad others are beginning to see it. And what do I get for my sins? The past two weeks of calling every last shitty, little mineral company in Calgary, with occasional outings to Edmonton and Saskatoon, then calling them again the next day because I usually get someone’s voicemail. As I am a telemarketer, I may be doing God’s work by punishing them here on Earth, but the people getting punished are mostly me and their receptionists.