Years ago, when my son was small, his favorite TV program was The Jim and Tammy Show, filmed in a local station in Portsmouth, VA. They always showed a cartoon called "Davey and Goliath" and my boy loved it, but he also loved to see Jim and Tammy. They taped the show live everyday and we decided to take our son to a taping for his 3rd birthday. The children sat on bleachers on the set, and parents were seated nearby, but off camera. During the show, Tammy was blowing up balloons and making animals, and she dropped a balloon. My baby jumped down off the bleachers and picked up the balloon and tugged on Tammy's sleeve to get her to notice so he could give the balloon back to her.
What happened next almost caused me to leave the set and scream. She swatted at my boy and told him in a tight-mouthed hiss to "get back in your seat and stay there!!", while flapping her arms in the general direction of the bleachers. I. was. livid., as you might imagine, and as I was also 5 months pregnant with my second child, hormones were raging. My poor baby did as he was told, but sat for the rest of the taping looking as though he had lost his best friend. All she had to do was take the balloon and say thanks. It made me so sad to see him hurt, and it was hard to explain to him later why she acted the way she did, without taking all of his sense of wonder away or making him cynical at way too young an age.
From that time forward, I didn't trust Jim or Tammy. We moved away from VA., and forgot about the Jim and Tammy Show. Lo and behold Jim and Tammy show up on TV many years later, acting all loving, and moral, and sweet and caring and Christian as all get out. I was not impressed, and I didn't believe they were sincere. I guess I was right.