Dora

I hate Dora. Let me be very honest in my own blog. I read three books of Dora and one book of Strawberry shortcake this morning to a very happy Sneha and indisputably, Dora takes the shortcake and wins. This is why I hate her.

What kind of kid has eyes so big that you look into them for a while, and you cannot not look into them when you read her book, and sure enough a slight deep unreachable ache starts somewhere between the two eyebrows and magnifies as you go from one book to the other. It hurts to resist hypnosis tricks.

What kind of kid has a monkey, a backpack and a map for a friend? Now if she took the school bus with your child in the morning, would you not make a special note to the bus people that your child is allergic to monkeys so please keep her far away from the freaky girl?

What kind of kid is so clear in her head about what we "got" to do! When Sneha starts instructing her playmates in the playground every evening about how they "got" to hold the ball and how they "got" to throw it, very soon they push her away and start playing on their own. Wait a minute! This explains why the monkey is her best friend.

What kind of kid has a voice like that ,that could silence everyone else! If we had her in our household, would we not lock her up in a room and shut her up? Or perhaps, the kind hearted would at least take her to voice modulation or speech therapy classes.

What kind of kid lives in a town where the school is beyond a spooky forest and library is a boat ride away and oh! there are crocodiles in the river.

And why does she always have to go to three places before she gets anywhere and is this not all so predictable and repetitive? What's that? That is how kids learn you say? You mean by repeating the formats again and again. Well.... I don't mind at all if that is how Sneha has to learn about the 3 dangers in the world she has to fight to get to what she wants before Swiper the Fox but these books have to come with a pack of aspirin!!