For a smile

So my blog was loosely intended to be an account of the funny things that go on in a household with three little ones.  It's turned out to be more serious in the last few entries - so I figure a light hearted subject is overdue. 

Once Addison was old enough to notice what we were watching on TV, our rights to the television were more or less handed over during her waking hours.  Especially these days, you can't exactly watch an adult show with a 3 1/2 yr old asking "why" to each and everything she witnesses.  Case and point, last weekend when she said in front of others "Hey Dad, are you going to watch the movie where that lady throws that guy's body off the balcony again?".  Yikes.  Granted, it was not a body - but a statue.  Clearly she processed it otherwise.  So the other day it dawns on Justin and I what a strange selection of odd kid tv shows we are subjected to on a daily basis...we were laughing hysterically.

We use the Netflix on Demand (or whatever that is called) for a lot of the shows Addison likes.  It has a large selection of popular cartoons and children's movies.  It's that or PBS Kids.  Normally works out pretty well.  The downfall: Netflix also contains the most random children's shows and cartoons.  The ones you never wanted to see.  The ones you wish you never saw.  As Addison has gotten older, she wants nothing more than to try out these new shows.  I literally can not even believe some of them have ever aired. 

For some reason, she is gravitating toward shows that originate from Australia.  Namely one called "Fairies: Meet the Fairies".   Let's just say scroll to the 14 minute mark and get ready to watch a pervy wizard in an all too revealing silver spandex suit who prances around some low budget set singing about himself.  HORRIBLE!!  And yet she loves it.  And wants to watch it everyday.  And I sing his song in my head constantly.  And am reminded of the awful spandex suit, bad camera angles and dance moves.  Nuf said. 

Let's not even discuss the part where they sing a song about "sliding, sliding, sliding down the slippery dip...".  My guess is that something is lost in translation here, but let's just say the accent does not help it sound like anything G rated...and it's a tad disturbing to hear Addison playing and singing this tune to herself.

It's funny the songs and phrases children pick up on.  We are working hard on Addison's filter.  I sure loved walking out of Target last month as she announced to everyone in the parking lot that, "Look Mom, that lady is chubby like Lukey."   Or walking into her dance class last night as she loudly recognized "the girl who didn't listen last week".  Or shopping in Kroger as she asked me over and over again, "what is that GIRL doing?" (boy with long hair stocking the yogurt).  I tried to say, "that BOY is stocking the yogurt".  But she didn't buy it.  Apparently, his hair was too long.  Or at the twins first birthday party as everyone is eating their dinner, the conversation lulls and I hear her voice rise above everyone elses explicitly describing to those around her the details of her bout with the stomach flu last winter.  And I mean explicitly.  You have to be 100 steps ahead of this kid so as to quickly steer her in another direction before disaster occurs!  It's impossible.

Oh, the interests and thought process of a 3 year old....!!