I've lost it and Cailou is to blame

This winter is really becoming difficult. Outdoor exposure is limited and activities are quickly becoming old. Cabin fever has set in long ago. The remaining crutch for survival is the boob tube (a term my mother used frequently and I only now fully understand her meaning behind the use).

My disdain for Cailou has been well documented over the years and it has only gotten worse. There is just something about that little bald kid that grates at the very being of my soul. 

But I have now lost it. Officially. Totally. I blame the Sprout channel, YouTube and the makers of Cailou. And I blame the inmates of this prison. How do I know I have lost it?

Exhibit A:

That was a text message conversation between me and the Warden from earlier today. 

Water boarding inhumane for terrorists?  Strap them in front of an endless stream of Cailou and I guarantee they will break. Quickly. 

I am not alone in my thinking. I have spoken to fellow Wardens and Guards with inmates who feel the same way. It is not just a local feeling either. Just put 'I hate Cailou' into google if you don't believe me. 

Exhibit B:

The funniest sentence I have ever read to support my argument: Cailou is French for Shut Up.  Brilliant. http://www.howtobeadad.com/2012/10864/caillou-french-shut

The prosecution rests.