Aaaaagggghhhh! (Screams)

In case I haven't mentioned it before, Blair is now officially obsessed with Dora the Explorer. She thinks that every time the TV comes on, Dora should be on it. If by chance anything besides Dora is on the tube, she will hunt down the remote, take it to me, Brian, Daisy or her baby dolls, and say "Dora?!" incessantly until you give in and put it on a Tivo'd episode of her beloved Dora.

This past weekend, she and I were snuggled up watching an episode of D-D-Dora...trying to calm down enough to get ready for a nice nap. My plan was working brilliantly - she was in a daze, eyes getting heavier with each passing minute, breathing getting more and more even - she was about to drift off into a much-needed nap.

Then, all of a sudden, she let out the most horrifying scream I've ever heard. I snapped her up as fast as I could, prepared to see either a tarantula straight out of a horror movie underneath her legs (which it must have bitten in half judging by the scream) or one of those Stephen King rats which must have taken off a couple of toes. Nothing. There were no biting insects, spiders or rodents to be found. She now had her arms wrapped so tightly around my neck that I was having difficulties breathing. I convinced her to loosen the death grip and look at me. I asked her what was wrong - what atrocity had occurred to warrant such a scream.

"Bear!" she said between sobs as she pointed a finger towards the TV.


Yep, there was a bear on this episode of Dora, and it scared the HOLY CRAP out of the Boog. It wasn't a particularly scary bear - I honestly hadn't even noticed it...probably because I was so excited that I thought she was going to go down for a nap so easily. But, it scared the HOLY CRAP out of her. We turned off the TV, then shook our fingers in the direction of the TV and said "No no, Bear!"


Dang Dora.