I realized today when I fist-pumped to the theme song of Phineas and Ferb that I have been inside watching children's programming for too long.
Sure, we've made forts. We've played Plah-doh and mixed every color together and let it all turn into tiny hard little useless balls (there is a joke in there somewhere), we've done crafts and we've colored and we've cut out shapes and done puzzles and read books and painted and drew on the chalkboard and raced cars and dressed up in our Bat costumes (I'm running out of breath).
But after a while all those things get old and your brain gets fried and you plant your butts in front of the television, just watching and waiting for the germs to run their course and leave already (dammit!)
And you watch every movie under the sun of the earth and back again and every episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Little Einsteins, Curious George and Phineas and Ferb and Calliou etc etc to bloody etc. And you watch so much children's programming that you don't even know that there is a tropical storm headed your way because you haven't caught a single glimpse of the local news in days. My bad. (Totally missed us.)
Today, one boy is better, and one is not. And the one that is not is at home with me while the other one that is has gone on to the beach to start vacation and we plan to catch up at some point but that point is not today.
And the only thing that could unbreak a tiny 4 year old heart that just watched his brother and daddy drive away to the beach is this:
Cause see? THEY didn't get to make a hundred cupcakes with chocolate frosting and sprinkles.
WE did.
So there. Nannynannybooboo.
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