Cartoona Non Grata
I’m starting to realize that the car is the source of our best family discussions.
Last year, when D was in second grade, we were heading somewhere when she said out of the blue: “Mom. I felt really sorry for Tiffany today. She told Devan a secret and he told the whole class.” We were at a stoplight, and I remember my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach as I thought “oh my God,” and worried about what I was about to hear.
Of course, I immediately asked her what the bombshell was.
“She still watches Dora.”
A wave of relief washed over me, and I started to laugh.
“Seriously, D? Is that so bad?”
“Yeah, mom. Only little kids watch Dora.”
Do-do-Dora! Do-do-Dora!
B piped in, “Dora’s head looks like a football.”
It seemed like just yseterday I was buying Dora bubble bath, and caught myself singing “Backback, backpack! Backpack, backpack!” while driving alone in the car.
I got it, though. Of course, I think it may have been more like fifth grade when the Smurfs became uncool – not second!
When did one of your childhood heroes become embarrassing? Who was it?
