Need one for Caillou.... nothing more that I and many other parents that grew up in the 80s want is to pitch that little piece of shit in a wood chipper.
Just grind him the fuck up and let him rot.
No. Fucking. Shit.
My go to when my kids start whining or acting like they are unable to do something is to ask 'do you want to be like caillou?'
Why hasn't that been eaten yet?
I ate the pieces I needed to finish the puzzle.