Since time slot winner Plastic Surgery Obsession has been moved to 1am, Supernanny has taken command of the 8pm hour as the first runner up. Thank goodness it beat out a second hour of 7th Heaven.

Remember when I said One Tree Hill had the worst theme song? I was wrong.

I am starting to think that any family with twins is damned to destruction and strife. Are you having twins? Always put one up for adoption. Then prick the one you keep with a pin every so often, just to mess with the other one. They can feel everything the other feels, right?

The Larmer family has 4 screaming kids who like to hit and bounce all over. No physical features to make fun of on the parents. Nothing glaring at least. Hold on, the husband has huge ears and Billy Bob teeth. Now I feel better. Oh, and the wife has a tattoo of a rose on the inside of her left breast. That was a good decision.

The mother doesn’t let the kids out in the backyard too much. You know, because they will get dirty. Maybe she should have though of that before she brought 4 children into the world. She must have been shocked that having the first kid was such a messy process, but she knew what was coming with the other 3.

Grandma doesn’t like to have the kids over because they get their sticky fingers into everything. The grandmother’s voice sounds like a man.

Now the parents are fighting with each other in front of the kids. And the nanny. Oooo, swears too. That is some fine parenting, expanding their children’s vocab like that.

The husband’s left ear sticks out about an inch more than his right ear. A strong wind would spin him around in circles.

The parents have put locks and gates everywhere, to contain the children. Which is actually just laziness. If there were gates for the purposes of a ball pit, that would be fantastic. It is not though.

The mother picks up the children and yells in their face to discipline them, like an ogre without the eating.

On an unrelated note, I do not trust people who walk with their hands clasped behind them. They are up to something nefarious.

Smart move, nanny. She let the children play with washable finger paints outside. It’s dirty, and it can be washed. Do you get that, rose boob? Dirt and paint come off, unlike terrible tattoos.

The mother is trying to sound less like an ogre. It is hilarious, because when she says something nice it sounds terribly sarcastic. Example, like, “that was a fantastic job, Justine.”

Healing has begun between grandmother and mother, locks are coming off the doors, tornados are occurring. Oh, that’s just a local tornado warning. If you live in Fergus Falls, Minnesota, you should be hiding in your basement right now. If you don’t live there, or the time is not right now, please ignore. So 100% of the people reading this can ignore that warning.

Forgiving someone consisted of a, “S’all right, babe.” It’s so heartfelt, it makes me want to cry more than a crashed car full of puppies. Why were those puppies driving a car?

It is time for the nanny to leave, and the parents to revert to their old selves. Then the nanny comes back and tells them that they aren’t doing anything right again. That will be a fun 15 minutes to watch. I wonder what will happen! Oh, just what I said will happen.

Mom locked the kids outside while she cleaned. She locked them outside with the kiddie pool. Did you know that a child can drown in just enough water to cover their mouth and nose? That’s not a tip on how to drown children, mind you.

Nanny came in to solve everything for a second time. It is too bad that the third time is the charm. Not that I want to see more of this show. I have had enough of it. I want to see Supernanny crush a bullet with her eyeball. Or vice-versa. Whatever.