A Big Yellow Nightmare

Everywhere I go, this is who I see staring back at me.

I know I did it to myself. I bought it at a garage sale for 50 cents and after washing it numerous amount of times, let Santa leave it for a little boy on Christmas morning.
Now, I have nothing against "the sponge"! In fact, I think the show is pretty hilarious! I could do without the potty words, but it makes for teachable moments, right? Well, I knew if I made a big deal about NOT watching it, that my strong willed child, would only want to see it even more. A little reverse psychology on my part. We try not to watch too much TV anyway, so I am not going to waste my time worrying about it. Anyway, back to Spongy!
Owen loves this precious little, no wait.... BIG gift from Santa. We do not leave toys all over the house! Most are kept upstairs where the kid's rooms are, but somehow,

Spongebob Squarepants is omnipresent.

The guy is everywhere! I cannot get away from him. It doesn't matter if I pick him up and take him back upstairs. He finds his way back down. I wonder if this is some cruel punishment for buying it or is Owen using a little reverse Psychology on me?