“I want to watch the Teletummies.”
That’s what Lael calls the Teletubbies. You see, Lael missed out on tubby-land because our VCR died when we were in Chicago.
Rather than buy a new one, I told the kids wait until we get our stuff from California where we have another VCR. (Why buy a new one when the format is practically extinct?)
What really surprised me, after setting up the VCR here in Arizona, is how much Seth missed the Tubbies. After all, we only had three tapes to begin with, and one was chewed up by the old VCR.
But when I put the Tubbies back on, my 6-year-old was so happy it was like watching him revert to a 2-year-old. He happily bounced on our new couch with something resembling rapture.
So why is it, that Seth, who thinks Curious George is too scary to watch a second time, wants to play uber-violent Gods of War, in which I was finally victorious last week?