I very rarely complain about people on my blog.  In fact, I try to make it a point to not put anyone down and try to stay very positive - you never know when someone will stumble upon what you write and put out there and be offended or upset.  However, I just have to complain a little today.  I have a major issue with someone. Someone who lives in a pineapple under the sea.  Someone who has one of the most annoying laughs in the whole entire world and has the IQ of a . . . well, a sponge.

I tried very hard to not expose my children to this annoying, yellow square but my FIL really does enjoy watching his antics.  I always found it funny that he would tell everyone about the episode where they are swearing but you never actually hear it because there is always a fog horn or dolphin or something that makes a loud sound every time someone says the bad word.  Then, in the same breath, would talk about how it is appropriate for my 2, 3 and 4 year old children to watch.  I didn't push it . . . but I'm now thinking that maybe I should have.

The dangers of SpongeBob have now been brought to light and I'm feeling kind of guilty about not sticking to my guns a little more.  I'm not sure it would have helped much - but I'm thinking I should have tried.  I'm also not naive enough to think that I ruined them for life because I let them watch SpongeBob but now that I know it isn't a good idea for them to be exposed, before it was more of a gut feeling and now it is documented,  I can do something about it now.

The twins are not allowed to watch SpongeBob anymore.  The "big" kids know it.  I don't think it has really phased them - Nate is the only one who kind of misses it a bit but I have told him that he can watch 1 episode after they go to bed if he absolutely has to.  He did the first night and hasn't since.

Our new obsession around here . . .