Jesus, I’m old.
Mmm…PBS.
Both of my sisters would horrify babysitters with their tv choices.
Anna, the elder, when she was but a tiny tot had a teenie bopper babysitter one evening. Anna was upset. Thinking to calm the child our intrepid sitter flicks on the tv and starts channel surfing. Baby screams, sitter switches channel…to Lawrence Welk. Baby coos. Siter tries to find anything else, but baby wants the Lawrence Welk Show. Sitter calms herself, its only an hour right? No, its an all night marathon. Biiiig tip.
Becca, the younger, is a perpetual worry wort. She doesn’t trust babysitters to do anything right. New Year’s Eve is not only a national holiday, but my mother’s birthday. Parents go out. Sitter puts the three of us to bed and passes out on couch in sitting room. Becca, worried about the sitter’s obvious inability to protect the house, gets back up and watches tv with the dog until she hears the parents pull into the garage, when she gets up and opens the door. Our parents were greeted by the dog and their 18 month old daughter, both of whom went back to watching some duck hunting show. You know, the ones where the guys hunt teh duck and some nice lady presents a duck recipe. Becca likes cooking shows and the dog, a golden retriever, got excited by the ducks.
So see, carpendry is not all that weird.
Don’t babysit my kid, because you’d think she’s just as weird. Her thing is cooking shows lately. Good thing we don’t have cable anymore, or she’d spend her days zoned on the Food Network. (I imagine that those little boys’ parents are just as afraid of HGTV.)
She’s also got an amazingly large vocabulary for a five-year-old. I think that that creeps some people out. Sometimes, you notice her trying out new words or old words in different ways with amusing (to adults) results. Lately, she complained to me that her shoe was “pressuring” her foot–it was too tight.
She is also very aggressive in gameplaying. My husband is teaching her to play Magic: the Gathering, and she just gets too into it. Woe to the mere mortal who is at the other end of her “FIREBALL”!
The rubber rat that she got as a booby prize at one of the games at Bristol Renaissance Fair has become one of her best friends. She’s also turned my old Koosh ball into her “pet sea urchin”.
She’s starting kindergarten this year, and her teacher has no idea what she’s in for!
Tamex, I know exactly what you mean about the adult vocabulary thing in your daughter. I was quite similar when I was little - only I didn’t use the words correctly.
I think the best example of this would be when my Dad drove us through Nebraska. I think I might have been 9 or so, and I saw one of those big combines in the field - those colossal things that cut the wheat, strip it, and stick it in a bin in the back of the machine. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what they were called at the time. Instead, I opted for the word that sounded like it.
“Hey Dad! Check it out!”
“What?”
“There a great big CONCUBINE in that field!”
He veered off the road by 6 feet looking for that thing. :eek:
Even though I’m 18, I still do it all the time - my head will think of one word, and my mouth will say another. Recently, someone asked me what medications I was allergic to. I thought to myself “sulfa” but I turned to the guy and said
“SYPHILIS. I’m allergic to SYPHILIS.”
:smack:
Sally Struthers has a recurring role on “Gilmore Girls.” She never gets a lot of screen time, but it probably pays better than infomercials.
IMDb says she’s on “General Hospital,” too.
Thanks for the info, Doubting Robert. 
General Hospital? Bleh! I’ve always wondered why she would leave an insanely successful program like All in the Family and then pursue nothingness. Her own prerogative, I suppose.
And Cervaise - sorry for the reminder. 
My son LOVES all the “daddy noise” shows (I’m in the process of finishing my unfinished basement, any power tool is a daddy noise)
Also, my nephew’s first full sentence was “Hi, I’m Bob Vila”
I try to steer the kid away from B.V. though. Am I the only one who sees the contractors cringe whenever Bob says “could I give that a try?” sure Bob…I’ll just have to tear down everything you touch and start over again from the begining, you clumsy little terd.
So THAT’S why he doesn’t do “This Old House” anymore! 