So this is who we are now? Must. Skidoo.
The theme song to Blue's Clues has been playing in my head on loop for the past four days. And I suppose the only reason I haven't been sent to the farm yet is because accompanying it, I can see Merritt putting his sweet little fists under his chin, swaying just a bit, and saying "Eenk. Eenk. Eenk."
Because this child has not only embraced, but transformed sign language, "fists under chin" is now universal sign for "May I please be adorable at you and watch another thirty episodes of Blue's Clues right this instant? No, not now? How about now? Eenk?"
The trouble with Blue's Clues is that it has permeated this household.
I rushed in to Erin the other day to tell her I almost had Blue's clues figured out AFTER THE FIRST CLUE (Which makes it Blue's clue). And, of course, she had to know more. So I explained:
We were playing Blue's Clues to figure out what Blue wanted for snack and the first paw print was on a straw. I dug deep and guessed milkshake. The second clue was milk, so I knew I had clinched it. Then came the last paw print: chocolate syrup. It was freaking chocolate milk.Just a gentle aside ... dogs are lactose intolerant. And chocolate can be lethal to them. And Blue is a dog.
(Disregard the fact that I guessed milkshake. Honorable mention goes to my first thought, though, which was a frozen margarita.)
Erin called Mailbox out during an episode when maaiiiiiiiilll tiiiiimmme occurred and Steve excitedly said to Mailbox, "Guess what we're doing today!?!" And Mailbox so cockily replied, "You're having a swim party and I'm invited." Forget story-topper. Mailbox is a story-stealer. What was Steve supposed to say next?
It's weird. I remember watching this show repeatedly in the late 90s while on my first nannying job. But I don't remember obsessing over making this chair for any of the Erhart kids:
(Thanks, Lindsay!)
Don't worry, internet. I'll figure it out ... because I'm really smart.
PS - Is it bad that at the end of this I asked aloud, "Is it bad that I just wrote an entire post about Blue's Clues?" Probably.
4 comments:
I would have said milkshake too, but Steve is not allowed to use any kitchen appliances that have to be plugged in. Wait until you can have long conversations about Mrs. Salt and Mr. Pepper and their kids Paprika and Cinnamon. :)
Egads, I hate blue's clues. But now when Harrison sees the dog (if I am not smart enough to figure out the programming schedule) and starts "barking" "oooh! oooooohhhh!" Apparently the w and f are silent in woof, at least in his world.
I can't handle Mrs. Pepper's French accent. I skip all the seasoning-centric episodes.
Merritt misses the first three letters in woof. Dogs say, "ffffffff."
I'm looking forward to wowing him with my own game of Blue's Clues. How cute will it be when I put paw prints all over the house, and then he draws them in his handy dandy notebook, and then we sit down in the thinking chair and think, think, think? So. Flipping. Cute.
I didn't know Blues Clues was still happening. That was Patrick's thing, big time. We had the chair! He's 14 on Wednesday.
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