I fear at lunch time that we've irrevocably sent poor Junior down the path to becoming a hopeless anglophile! Sure, being in close proximity to his old man means he's had exposure to the Beatles, the Who, Cream, and Pink Floyd since the day he came home from the hospital, and yes he has had more than his fair share of exposure to stories by Beatrix Potter (Peter Rabbit) and A. A. Milne (Pooh).Originally posted by da dictionary
What really put him over the edge, though, in the last hour was the arrival of the "Fireman Sam" videos. I think HIT Entertainment is secretly conspiring to turn all American toddlers into miniature anglophiles. Between Thomas the Train, Bob the Builder, and now Fireman Sam, it's no wonder that the answer to the daily question 'how was pre-school today?' is inevitably 'Bugger off, Mum!'
His future is looking more bleak with each passing day, and it is only a matter of time before he comes into contact with the likes of Harry Potter, Monty Python or James Bond! Is there yet hope for him? Could we perhaps send him to some sort of treatment facility far away from his parents where he'd be fed a diet of fried okra, hot dogs, and Coke? Maybe where each room has Hank Williams piped in, and reruns of Beverly Hillbillies, M*A*S*H and NASCAR are on every tv (what a struggle not to say 'telly')? Is a cure (not 'The Cure' mind you) available?
You ever stop and think of how many English cultural influences we absorb in our lives every day? (you'd almost swear this country descended from England!)