I really, realy hate the PBS Kid show Barney. Any normal and rational adult would. There is only one thing that come force me to watch Barney over and over and over again. My 2 1/2 year old son Alexander who can’t seem to get enough of the freakish purple dinosaur. I cringe each day when I hear those words that grate on my nerves like finger nails on a chalkboard, “Daddy! Barney, watch Barney!”. I guess it is a plan of my own demise. Barney began a year ago as a means to keep my little boy distracted enough to sit on the potty. After thirty minutes no pee but a new addict for Barney. Since he was addicted to the show I found a solution to a morning problem. My son in the wee hours of the morning when mom and dad were still sleeping would come into our bedroom and want to snuggle with us and make noise, bounce around and all things little boys due to ensure you are paying attention to them and not sleeping. So in a moment of brilliance (or perhaps utter stupidity) I turned on the TiVo and started Barney. Sure enough like a crack addict with a fix he zoned out and watched the show. Now I am stuck watching Barney. I hate Barney. I want to do bad things to Barney. I wish Barney would go the way of the dinosaur and die.