Surfing channels just now reminded me that yesterday at Kaiser, waiting for our prescriptions, we were submitted to some of the most insidious torture known to adults. Although everyone in the pharmacy was an adult, the television in there was set to Nick Junior or something and while we waited we were treated to an entire episode of Dora the Explorer.

I'm aware this is considered one of the better shows for small children, that Dora is very popular and has lots of merchandising around her, small kids love her, and we were not the target audience for this program. But as a child brought up on the gentle instruction of Captain Kangaroo, Ding-Dong School and Romper Room and the wonderful adventures of Fury, Sky King, Roy Rogers, My Friend Flicka, Sgt. Preston and Lassie, the entire thing was so repititious and peruile that we wanted to barf.

The story was that Dora was helping to make a Mother's Day cake and had to find the ingredients: ten bananas, six nuts, and some chocolate from...get this...a chocolate tree (not a cacao tree, a chocolate tree). The endless litany of "ten bananas, six nuts (they were actually acorns), and chocolate from the chocolate tree" bored into our brains until we were addled. I'm glad I didn't have to grow up watching this awful stuff.

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