Mo is on spring break this week, and the TV has been sweating from the work-out that it has been getting. For those of you who don’t know, I really try to limit TV watching for Mo to the week-ends only. That usually means, an hour or two on Saturdays and another hour or so on Sundays. Any TV watching at Yia–Yia and Pop-Pop’s during the week or anything that DH happens to put on when I’m not around, well, don’t ask, don’t tell.
So, Mo has been giving the TV a fit this week. She’s on break, which is like extended week-end, we had a snow day, then she’s not feeling so good, Co is underfoot, I need some Calgon and it was just easier to put it on. She’s watched The Backyardigans, and the Wonder Pets, and Olivia (which is SO awesome, by the way), and Yo Gabba, Gabba! — which I’m still not sure I can even classify as a children’s program and more of a meth trip gone awry. But, I digress.
Sunday, Mo’s watching Blues Clues, and it’s a harmless enough episode about Love Day (aka Valentine’s Day). Part of the reason it’s so riveting for Mo is that it features Cinderella, and we all know how she loves her DP’s (*sigh*). Anyway, Blues Clues, like these other shows, feature singing and dancing, which is great because it gets her up off the couch and moving and shaking. Her mind is like a steel trap; she hears a song and she’s rattling the lyrics off, on key, in tune, word for word — except for her rendition of Pump It, by the Black Eyed Peas, but that’s another story for another time. She’s wiggling around the house, singing, “We are looking for Blue’s Clues, we are looking for Blue’s Clues,”. It sounds like what the Gypsy Kings would play if they catered to the preschool set.
Today, Mo is at the table coloring printable pages of DP’s (yes, I gave them to her) and singing something about a mop, a slipper and a man. Here goes the convo.
Me: What are you singing?
Mo: A song from Blue’s Clues
Me: What song?
Mo: A Cinderella Blue’s Clues Love Day Song.
Me: How’s it go?
Mo: (puts down the crayons and starts to shimmy in her seat) I dropped my mop and to the castle I ran. I lost my slipper, but I got my man!
Oh. My. Word.
I swear, just let me get that Cinderella in a dark alley. Just me, just her. She’s gonna lose a lot more than that flippin‘ slipper!
