My 3-year-old has phases where he intensly likes a given show, then all of a sudden he can’t watch it even if he was promised a lollipop the size of his baby sister.
It all started with The Wiggles. I second the assertion that their music is actually worth listening to; their rendition of Eagle Rock with King Mondo is actually in my iPod’s “Top 25 Most Played”. We caught them live 2 1/2 times; the last show he tantrummed out before we even got to our seats.
Next came Blue’s Clues. Ah, the debate. Joe or Steve? Lennon or McCartney? Mac or Windows? Bush 40 or 42? Didn’t matter, both put me to sleep. But the show was at least quiet and slow, perfect for the easily overwhelmed toddler.
Then there was a brief Jojo’s Circus fling, which didn’t last because we soon realized he didn’t want to go to daycare and was just stalling for time.
Next came the nadir of my life as a father . . . Dora the Explorer. What a freaking annoying show. CAN ANYone TELL me WHY SHE HAS to SHOUT most of HER LINES??!? Praise be to Og that I was spared from having to attend the live show.
He’s only recently grown out of that, and that was only because of Go Diego Go, a Dora spinoff that is turning out (from my perspective) to be more Lou Grant than Joanie loves Chachi, if only because the kid voicing Diego knows a bare minimum about breath control and pacing.
We’ve also mixed a DVD with two episodes of Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood into his (infrequent) viewing mix. Gotta have the classics. Speaking of which, I’ve also dipped his toe into the Looney Tunes Golden Collection, it’s slowly starting to take hold. There is hope for the future, people.
Oh, and I agree with the general concensus re: Doodlebops. They’re frightening. Everytime I pass by them while channel-surfing, I picture one of the actors looking into his mirror before the day’s shooting. He looks at his own sad countenance staring back at him. He bitterly thinks:
"I was graduated . . . from Juilliard.
I have performed in summer stock up and down the Eastern seaboard to invariably rave reviews.
My raffish yet sensitive portrayal of El Gallo in The Fantasticks received the kind of laudatory notices that most actors only dream about.
At the Alabama Shakespeare festival I was Hamlet!"
His teeth are now clenched as he prepares to submerge his face into a vat of day-glow purple makeup powder. He’s really worked up now.
"I workshopped the part of Johnny Castle in the original production of Dirty Dancing!!
Naples, Florida, had never before witnessed such starpower when I performed the part of Twimble in How to Succeed at Business Without Really Trying at the Naples Dinner Theatre!!!
My tragic portrayal of ‘Third Dead CTU Agent’ in Season 3 of ‘24’ illuminated the bathos of human existence for television viewers like never before!!!
And now . . . I’m . . . a . . . Doodlebop."
The last word is spoken with a bitter finality. He leans forward into the glutineous mass of lavender before him.
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