BYE BYE BARNEY
Like everyone who has ever tried to cook dinner with a two-year-old in the house, I have a substantial collection of kiddie videos. Blue’s Clues, Dora, Caillou, Kipper, Little Bear, Bear in the Big Blue House, Franklin, Clifford, and the big purple king of kid TV, Barney. (We don’t have any Teletubbies. I never allowed that. *Shudder*.)
But my youngest is now six and a half and hasn’t watched those tapes in years. I pulled them all off the shelf and made a big pile in the middle of the living room. I gave Little Bit a chance to look them over and see if she wanted to keep any of them. She still likes The Wiggles, it seems. I held my breath when she examined a Barney tape. “Not that one,” I muttered, “don’t keep that one!” I exhaled with relief when she tossed Barney on the give-away pile.
When I asked Tigger, currently age 9 and 364/365, if she wanted any of the tapes, she rolled her eyes and waved at the pile dismissively.
So they are all boxed up and awaiting a chance to be picked up by the next worthwhile charity asking for donations of such things. It was nice knowing ya, Barney.