Apparently, Winnie the Pooh is just a fat and overindulged blob who hasn't been stung enough to know he shouldn't put his paw in the honey.
As some of you know, I'm not a fan of Pooh (in any context) even though I LOVE teddy bears. I don't mind some of the Classic Pooh baby clothes and such, but the stories just don't work for me.
I guess they don't work for Andy either. We're still recovering from a huge fit of crocodile tears. It seems that Pooh or Tigger or someone just did something that freaked Andy out! All I could get out of the tears and babble was Pooh...He just kept pointing to the TV and screaming! I don't know if he was sad for the characters or mad or scared. But beary upset, for sure!
Thank goodness that on weekdays the Disney Channel only has one episode on! Sat and Sun's double feature is a bit too much for this household.
All the more reason for us to go get ready for church!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Like mother, like son
Posted by Maria at 9:22 AM
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OH I feel you on the Pooh thing. I have always disliked it. I don't really know why. Funny that Andy isn't really into it, neither is Molly. I don't like the new lineup either so we make a point of being out of the house early.
You know what's worse-grown people wearing Pooh. YIKES!
ugh. I have never, ever, ever liked Pooh. Not really because I don't like the stories...I just don't like it because his name is Pooh. Gross. Whose idea was that, anyways?
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