Full Disclosure: After being quarantined inside the house for 4 days due to my daughter having highly contagious HFMD and ridiculous temperatures, I started to go slightly crazy. Please bear with me during this low period, and I apologize in advance.
My daughter is not quite a year-and-a-half so she is not really into TV, besides the fact that I don’t like the idea of her watching TV too much. However, I am a true believer that sometimes parents do what they have to do to survive the day, and to survive 4 days cooped up in the house with a rambunctious 16-month-old, I turned to TV. One of my friends said that she sometimes lets her daughter watch “Dora the Explorer” because it is educational, so in a moment of pure desperation, I decided to give it a try. Lyla seemed to like it… for about 5 minutes. But anything that can get her to sit down for 5 minutes is a success in my book. But long after Lyla had already moved on to 3 other activities, I continued to watch the intriguing Dora. Here’s my conclusion: Educational? Yes, I guess. I like that there is a multilingual heroine on American TV. Especially since I hope that my daughter will be multilingual (my husband speaks Italian to her.)
Ok, so Dora is pretty cool in my book, but this entire opening now leads me to the random thought that has plagued me since I started watching and I just can’t get over…
Just how old is Dora and why do her parents let her roam around the countryside, “exploring” with just a boots-wearing monkey to chaperone? She hitchhikes… and although she does wear her seat-belt, in California I think kids need a booster seat until they are nine. She attends dubious fiestas at the Big Red Chicken’s house (never trust anybody whose name begins with BIG). And she gets around town with the help of a singing map. At least get the kid a GPS or a Smart Phone. Sheesh!
Ok… so now you have a little insight into the places my brain goes when I haven’t had proper adult interaction in nearly a week. It’s a dark place, and I apologize.