Sunday, 6 April 2014

Parental Confessions

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. 

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