Leo’s Thoughts

Anyone who has children under the age of 5 (or older for stranger ones) knows the Noggin channel.  It’s that wonderful pre-school place on television that allows adults have time for adult things.  Like cook, be alone with thoughts, return emails, or just eat a six bowls of Cheerios.  

 

The other day, in between making dinner and planning my strategy for level 5 in bubble breaker (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you must download it into your phone), I sat with my daughters to watch a couple of minutes of one of their favorite shows, Yo Gabba Gabba.

 

I have been traumatized forever.

 

There\’s a party in my tummy

 

“What the…”

Now don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of kid shows I avoid because well honestly there are not made for adults.  They are repetitive, and annoying and just plain silly.  But this takes the cake.

 

I literally wanted to strangle the green monster (if he flaps those arms one more time), or perhaps the announcer (how about the songwriter, or even the show creator?)  Now for my daughters sake, I kept my comments to myself and just silently went back to making dinner. (Thank god for blogs!)

 

Fresh beats? Crying carrots? Am I over-analyzing?  And the children dancing in between segments need to limit their sugar intake…What kind of a show is this?

 

Later that evening as we sat for dinner, the girls looked at each other and broke out in song. (“There’s a party in my tummy…”) and the homicidal thoughts for Yo Gabba Gabba returned.  I just chewed silently.  Ever so quietly.

 

But I promise you.  The day the food on the plate begins to cry, I just may have to lose it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Modified : September 29th, 2008
Filed under : Family and Friends, Memories, Weekend Memory, Writing
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