Have you heard of this kid’s cartoon on PBS, “Caillou?” If you’re the parent of a toddler-elementary school kid, then the answer is probably yes. If you’re not, you’re a lucky bastard, because you haven’t. Now as kids’ cartoons go, it’s actually quite stomach-able. It’s about a 4-year-old boy and his family, and all the things that sweet, well-behaved 4-year-old boys like to do. No pulling wings off of flies on this show. Or does that come later? I don’t know. It was just my sister and me growing up, so I didn’t have a boy’s influence to tell me when was the right time to start asserting my dominance by torturing creatures smaller than myself. In fact, the thought never occurred to me. I only found out about those backyard atrocities later in life, when I started dating boys and they shared that very upsetting information with me. (Note: I don’t mean to be sexist here. Maybe there are girls who do that stuff too. But I’ve never met one.)
Anyway, there is absolutely nothing wrong with “Caillou.” I mean, the animation is a little lazy, and the outfits are just plain weird, but I assume the latter is just a Canadian thing. Which is also probably why everyone is so nice to each other all the time. Indeed, the only real problem I have with the show is that it’s the only thing that Oz ever wants to watch anymore. Ever. No more Buzz and Woody. No more Curious George. Only occasionally does he ask to watch “Cars.” Nope, it’s all Caillou all the time in our house. It took a while for me to get totally sick of the show, but I’m there now. Which means we probably have about another four solid months of this before Oz moves onto something else.
I was feeling pretty wiped tonight, so even though John had a long day at work as well, he suggested he take Oz to the toy store and then pick up pizza on the way home, so that I could get a little time alone. (More later on how absolutely amazing my husband is and all the insecurities that brings up in myself.) Of course Oz was all about a trip to the toy store. So I helped him put his froggy boots and rain coat on over his nap jammies (he now insists on wearing jammies to nap as well as to bed, and I don’t usually bother to change him back into clothes from post-nap to bath time), and got him out the door. However, as John started putting him in his seat and I stepped back into the doorway to wave goodbye, it dawned on Oz that I wasn’t coming with. This was a deal breaker.
Immediately he started crying, tears running down his crumpled little face as he scrambled out of his car seat and into John’s arms. I felt so awful watching him reach his little arms out for me over John’s shoulder that I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Okay, okay, Mommy will come too. Just let me get my shoes.”
John: No, don’t give into him. He’ll be fine as soon as we leave. Hey, Oz, don’t you want to go to the toy store?
Oz: Noooooo! Mommy! I stay with Mommy!
Me: It’s okay, I’ll just come.
Oz: Mooommmmyyy!
John: Hey Oz, we can look for Caillou toys at the store.
Me: John, I don’t think that’s gonna-
Oz: Okay! Bye Mommy!
And off they went. I had a fleeting feeling of jealousy before I went off to take a nice, long, hot shower. Did I mention that I love Caillou?