So…um…I think my kids are pretty smart. I know. Shock of shocks. A mom who thinks her children are exceptional. But seriously, they are smart. Too smart for their own good on occasion. And this is not just me talking. That particular opinion is shared by a myriad of people including, but not limited to: their father, their grandparents, a psychologist who I sit on a board of directors with, a lady I know who works with gifted children and the lady who was bagging her groceries next to me at Winco** today. So, see. They are bright kids.
**Tame day at Winco. No Justin Timberlake lookalikes or crack moms in pajamas.
SO WHY ARE THEY BOTH SITTING SLACKJAWED ON THE COUCH WATCHING YO GABBA GABBA?
I will sheepishly admit that I let them leave the TV on pretty much all day on Wednesdays right now. We are trapped in the house by the cold and slush. And they don’t usually sit drooling in front of it. Noggin is just kind of background noise while they wreck havoc on the living room. But for some freakish reason that I do not even pretend to understand they are mesmerized by Yo Gabba Gabba.
But I will admit. It’s growing on me. I can’t explain why. It’s like there is a group of really hip grownups who get little kids like you wouldn’t believe. And they have decided to combat the Barney’s of the world by producing this weird show.
And now that I’ve spent some time on their blog "Yo Blogga Blogga" I believe that to be even more true.
I can’t say that I’m in love with the songs. And really, what the HELL is Muno supposed to be?
But I love the dancing. Break it down.