...is definitely Hell's Kitchen. At first, I thought it was a bit on the neighborhood in New York near where I used to live...but no! It turned out to be this dramatic, over-the-top cooking show!
Daddy tried to put me to bed about 5 minutes into it. I would have none of it. So I cried until he brought me downstairs. Then, a bit later, mommy tried the same thing. Nope! Crying and fussing caused her to relent too. So, I cuddled with mommy and interferred with her television watching...
Now if I could just figure out what they mean with all those bleeps, I'd be set!
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