I have a secret. I’ve never shared this with anyone other than Rockford, and he was both shocked and dismayed. I’m prepared for the possibility that this could raise some hackles. But here it is. My big, dark secret.
I don’t like “Peanuts.”
Normally this doesn’t have a big impact on my day-to-day life — it isn’t difficult to avoid characters from the animated realm most of the time. But this year, Rockford decided to share his love of “A Charlie Brown Christmas” with Poppy. And she loves it. We’ve watched it at least twice a day for the last week.
Before this week, I’ve never given much thought as to why I dislike the round-headed gang. But with all the good-griefing in the house lately, I’ve been able to come up with a list.
To be fair, there are a few things I do like about “Peanuts.” I like Snoopy’s affinity for root beer, and I like the kids’ little dinner roll feet. I like it when Snoopy pretends to be a penguin. And I love how much Poppy loves the show.
So, “Peanuts.” I will let you into my home. But only because my little girl’s laugh makes me smile like nothing else.
