I’m home with a sick child, who of course isn’t acting very sick.
She is showing off her mad skillz by putting on a Barney tape in her bedroom and putting Barney on Tivo in the family room (which are something like ten feet away from each other)
It’s like listening to somebody sing “Row your Boat” in rounds. Deliberately out of sync. While stepping on Baby Bop.
At least the freakin’ Hokey Pokey Elmo has fallen into a low-battery induced coma…
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Oh God. Poor you! When our Tickle Me Elmo dried up his batteries, he conveniently went to sleep with the fishes. *wink, wink*
Nobody misses him.
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Heh…heh heh heh….what is it with bloggers making me laugh my ass off today?
Have fun listening to Barney!
Barney is verboten in this house. In fact, early this morning, my five-year-old dives for the remote, changes the channel and says, “Phew. That was close. Barney.” A lesson hopefully learned by his two-year-old brother.
And no Wiggles, either.
Sick kids that don’t act sick…hmmm…don’t know if I’ve ever had one of those. Barney was 86’d from our house. And we just got rid of the talking Dora. Thankfully she wasn’t played with very much.
Stepping on Baby Bop, huh? What a fabulous idea.
No Barney, no Wiggles, no DragonTales, no Dora. I count myself very lucky that we’ve stuck with Ses-Ah-mee Street (I make my 5 yo say it that way) and Schoolhouse Rock and Arthur. I love me some Arthur.