Another example of how I'm kind of a bad mother.
Do you ever watch the show Max and Ruby?
It's based on the series of children's books by Rosemary Wells. Each show has a theme, and the theme is repeated by the character Max. In each episode, the only words he utters are that single phrase. His sister, Ruby, spends the entire episode trying to keep Max out of trouble while she tries to get things done. She responds to Max all sweet and sing-songy with kind words of encouragement, saying things like "Maaa-ax, you can't put your roller skates on the sidewalk! Someone will get hurt that way." Max tries to circumvent Ruby's efforts by coming up with clever ways to get whatever it is he wants. Eventually, Max's cuteness wins out and Ruby relaxes her straight-and-narrow ways, seeing the humor in the whole thing.
On a recent episode, Max's main concern was obtaining some of his favorite candy. Ruby tried to distract him with all kinds of things, promising that after they were done with whatever they were doing, then he could have some candy. But, as usual, Max had a one track mind.
Me: Sophie, tell daddy what Max has been saying this episode.
Sophie: Jellyballs!
Marty: What's that honey?
Sophie: Jellyballs!
Marty looked at me, standing in the kitchen, with just enough time to watch me transform before his very eyes into a seventh grade boy. Reverse maturation. That's what happens when there is entirely too much kid television in a mother's life.
It's based on the series of children's books by Rosemary Wells. Each show has a theme, and the theme is repeated by the character Max. In each episode, the only words he utters are that single phrase. His sister, Ruby, spends the entire episode trying to keep Max out of trouble while she tries to get things done. She responds to Max all sweet and sing-songy with kind words of encouragement, saying things like "Maaa-ax, you can't put your roller skates on the sidewalk! Someone will get hurt that way." Max tries to circumvent Ruby's efforts by coming up with clever ways to get whatever it is he wants. Eventually, Max's cuteness wins out and Ruby relaxes her straight-and-narrow ways, seeing the humor in the whole thing.
On a recent episode, Max's main concern was obtaining some of his favorite candy. Ruby tried to distract him with all kinds of things, promising that after they were done with whatever they were doing, then he could have some candy. But, as usual, Max had a one track mind.
Me: Sophie, tell daddy what Max has been saying this episode.
Sophie: Jellyballs!
Marty: What's that honey?
Sophie: Jellyballs!
Marty looked at me, standing in the kitchen, with just enough time to watch me transform before his very eyes into a seventh grade boy. Reverse maturation. That's what happens when there is entirely too much kid television in a mother's life.
Oh the things that entertain us! I would have done the same thing.
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oh, how I can relate. I think I have every episode memorized and I think it's finally bumped Dora out of the #1 spot for fav cartoon. my husband can sing the theme song without even having the show on.
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I am laughing so hard right now, I better get to the bathroom.
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Have I missed the 'jellyballs' episode? Apparently. Because I would have done what you did. The kids and I are particularly fond of 'bad egg.'
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Personally, I am a lover of jellyballs...
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Relatively speaking, I don't think Max and Ruby is that bad. I like your reenactment though.
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