I love me some Sprout. Good old PBS with crazy hosts thrown in. LOVE IT. No matter what time of day it is, my kids can find something on Sprout to entertain them for 15-30 minutes.
The suckfest is that Sprout has commercials. Commercials for adults (apparently we're not supposed to dump them in front of Angelina Ballerina and then make a mad dash to empty the dishwasher, or change the laundry over or go potty (yes, I said Potty, get over it). We are supposed to sit there and be amazed by the goings on of PBS entertainment and exciting commercials.
I think Anna might have seen one two many infomercial style ads (if you call now, we'll not only DOUBLE your order, but we'll triple it!).
Yesterday while I was hanging out working on the computer, Anna says to me, "Mommy, are you happy?"
I said, "Sure, Mommy's happy" thinking to myself I must have looked pretty involved in that spreadsheet if she thought I was sad.
Anna's response, "Well mommy, if you aren't happy, you can get your money back."
Yeah, maybe just a little too much Billy Mays (oxi-clean sales guy).