My boys have discovered Diego.
They love Diego. Or "Dee-Lego", as Cayden calls him.
I love Diego. And I hate Diego. It's a complicated thing.
I love that my kids are learning facts about animals in the framework of a show that not only teaches simple investigative problem-solving but does so with eco-friendly overtones. Protect nature. Help those in distress. It's a good message. And it's cute when they shout out responses to the television, or throw the random Spanish word into conversation, or tell me all about spectacled bears or chinchillas.
But really. Does this child really need to shout! random words! that are not only not particularly exciting! but also in the middle! of sentences!?
That part is grating on me. It grates on Daddy so much that the kids have been forbidden to play the Diego DVDs when Daddy is around. (Cayden asked this morning, "Is Daddy at work?" and then, "Good! Can I see Dee-Lego?" LOL)
The kids don't mind at all though. I guess that kind! of enthusiasm! has its audience. And that audience isn't made up of tired adults...