I think it's great that Canada has its own public broadcaster. I think it's great that Canada's own public broadcaster runs a decent morning line-up of children's programs (the era of Mr. Dress-Up and The Friendly Giant is over, for sure, but Wilbur is an okay show, and the girl-child loves Animal Mechanicals). What I don't think is so great? That whoever is overseeing the CBC morning television schedule thinks that it's okay to run a graphic medical program immediately on the heels of the effing Doodlebops.
The Doodlebops is, I grant you, its own special brand of scary, but still: running "Little Miracles" - a docu-drama about the patients of Sick Kids hospital in Toronto, complete with graphic camera footage of OR procedures - right after the closing song-and-dance number of a team of children's entertainers (no matter how freakish those entertainers) is akin to airing Goodfellas right after Yo Gabba Gabba. Segueing from dancing clowns to full close-ups on liver transplants and mothers weeping over their hemophiliac children? TWISTED.