Little People Big World is a show which follows a family in which the parents are little people, (dwarfs) and their four children. The oldest are twin boys, one is little the other is regular size. The two remaining kids, a daughter and son, are both regular size.
They live on a farm in Oregon, and although I am not exactly sure what they do for a living (other than a pumpkin patch in October) those little dwarfs have done ok for themselves.
They have a huge house, and lots of little tractors. They are in a constant state of construction, and there appears to be a lot of workers around. Again, not sure about the source of income, but I suspect it may have to do with the show I can't stop watching on TLC.
The husband uses a pair of little crutches to ambulate, which doesn't seem easy as his hands are somewhat twisted. It is a sobering sight, the little man using his crutches on uneven ground, sometimes trying to walk up hills, yet as time passed I got used to it.
Gioconda hates the show and she says the same thing every time I watch.
Gioconda: "I hate those dwarfs. They're slobs."
Jody: "Its not the dwarfs, its the children of the dwarfs. The children are slobs."
Gioconda: But it is the fault of the dwarfs , they raised the kids. You would think if you were going to be on televisions you could pick up the trash off the floor.
Editors Note: Everything bugs me, nothing bugs Gicoonda- this bugs her and does not bug me at all- I LOVE that
The other night there was an episode in which the kids were doing homework in the kitchen. The (full sized) daughter throws a wadded up paper on the ground. The little dwarf dad asks her to pick it up (SHE THREW IT ON THE GROUND).
The (full sized) daughter ignores him. He asks her again, and she says alright and keeps doing whatever she is doing.
The dwarf dad keeps staring at the paper, then can't resist the urge any longer and he gets his little mini crutches and walks over to the paper, and bends down to grab it with his disfigured little hands...and let me tell you for him to bend down and grab that paper was none too easy.
If I was that dwarf father the daughter would have been wearing my little crutch from one ear to the other. I would have picked up the trash, then nailed her in the head with that miniature crutch and I would have said," here I picked it up for you."
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