I'm allowed to post this because I'm a mom. And I have cancer. And it's a riot.

Caillou is off-limits in our household. My sanity cannot allow it. If you've seen the show, you will appreciate this:






Also, HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY FOLKS!!!

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