A while back, my mom got DD a cute little Care Bear stuffed animal that came complete with a video.
I’ve decided there is a fate worth than death in this world. It’s called watching the Care Bears! How absolutely horribly mind numbing it truly is. I can’t even tell you how horrible it is because after the first 20 seconds, my mind literally goes into a dilapidated state and I start hitting my head against any hard object just to make sure my brain is still in there.
I’ve hidden the movie, but then DH found it and added it to our HDTV, so whenever I turn the HDTV on, there it is. And it is the first movie to show up, so as soon as DD sees it, she’s asking for it. (I swear there is a curse on me – how “Care Bears” got ahead alphabetically of “Annie” I just can’t figure out).
Then, strolling the aisles of Target the other day, DD saw a different Care Bear video proudly on display. “I want this see-see mommy!”. (“See-see” being her way of saying movie).
Me – “No, we’re not getting that.”
DD – “Please! I like Care Bears!”
Me – “No. I’m glad you like them but I think they suck.” (Admittedly not my proudest moment, but did I mention how truly horrible they are?).
DD – (With a very sad and serious face) “You’re not being nice to the Care Bears. You hurt their feelings. You better tell them you’re sorry!”
And so I apologized to the DVD and quickly walked on before she could guilt-trip me into buying it.
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