Hello, my name is Jennifer, and I have a confession: I hate the Magic Schoolbus.
Nathan loves the Magic Schoolbus series and ever since school started, every week on library day, there has been a fresh installment of nails-on-chalkboard educational fun.
I'm not sure why I dislike it so strongly. I'm in favour of getting kids excited about science and the world around them. I like imaginative and whimsical stories. The writing is insipid, but no worse than the majority of children's books.
But for some reason, I wish Miss Frizzle and her class would vanish into a black hole and stay there.
Recently, Nathan discovered they made a TV show out of the Magic Schoolbus. I lied and said we don't get it on our TV. Because if I have to watch it over and over again, it's going to make me miserable.
Nathan loves it and for that reason, I try to be enthusiastic. I read the books over and over at bedtime. I try to ask questions and draw him into the story. I don't want to spoil his enjoyment.
I'm sure my parents hated some of the things I subjected them to. And like most non-abusive, non-psychopathic parents, they pretended to like it, too.