I brought Little Sprout with me to Job #3 today. This is fine with my boss (she is really just a friend who pays me to help her out with her grandma), and everything seemed just fine. Until.....
Little Sprout got bored, as Sprouts often do. I started clicking through channels in hopes of finding something for her to zone out to for a few minutes while I gathered up our stuff to go home, and THIS caught her eye.
Ummm, yeah-no. It is called Yo Gabba Gabba, and it is quite possibly the worst program I have ever seen on TV. The dude in the freaky orange jumpsuit? He dances....badly....to songs that Big Sprout could have written when she was 4. As in: "Eyes, eyes, eyes on my face. I see with my eyes, eyes, eyes."
And do those other monster looking things freak anyone else out? I mean, their mouths don't move, their hands flop uncontrollably, they kind of flail around the poorly designed set to quasi-electronic music.
And seriously. That red bumpy one-eyed phallic symbol over there? I think I saw that at an adult gift store one time when I was looking for a good gag gift for a friend.
I am gonna have some great nightmares tonight, I tell ya.