Apparently I need to clarify this post. I wrote this post partly in humor and sarcasm. I am not worried about letting my child watch a few minutes of TV nor am I guilty of it or stressed about it. It was a joke.
Clifford the Big Red Dog is a joke. (laugh a little…)
I’ve been debating on whether to blog about this or not.
I don’t really want to.
Because it’s not a parenting moment I’m particularly proud of.
Or something I want to brag about.
Or something that I even want to tell you.
Heck, my husband doesn’t even know about it.
I’m human. I’m a mom. This is my parenting fail or succeed blog.
So, *deep breath* here it goes…..
I let my child watch Clifford the Big Red Dog.
It was for less than 5 minutes, maybe 3 1/2 if I was keeping track.
I just had to do one tiny ity bity thing.
I don’t remember what it was, but I think it was important.
So this idea occurred to me.
Sit your child in front of the television and see if he likes it.
Horrible, no good, very bad idea.
I turned on the television, switched it to a loud obnoxious television show with a large, I mean oversize dog walking around that is red and I let him watch it for a few minutes.
I didn’t like it.
I turned it off pretty fast and told him that won’t be happening for another long time.
I still don’t like that I did it.
You know the worst part about it?
The part that I really hate?
He liked it.
He liked Clifford the Big Red Dog.
I don’t encourage children (especially under the age of 2) watching TV.
I dont encourage children eating sugar.
Or drinking sugar.
I don’t encourage Clifford the Big Red Dog.
But it happened.
Clifford the Big Red Dog appeared in our home for 5 minutes.
Darn you, Clifford.