Tuesday, Feburary 28th, 2006
HometimeWonderful qualities, just not at bedtime. Child has recently manifested a number of techniques for delaying slumber and continuing play, or at least hanging with Mother and Father. Recently, after making it clear there would be no peace at bedtime she was allowed out to watch a bit more TV; as if she didn't have her USRDA already. She clambers over the arm of the leather chair and proceeds to snuggle next to Daddy, looks up with those Audrey Hepburn brown eyes, cherubic face framed by soft curls and says: I want to watch Hometime. What? Hometime. I want to watch Hometime, Dada Ok then. Fire up the Tivo and we're off. Bean bobs her head to the opening theme and when Dean Johnson appears she shouts: There's Hometime!! When Miriam, Lenny, Bucky or Judd are on screen she comments: That's not Hometime Dada. That's not Hometime. I must admit Miriam's French Tip Manicure doesn't exactly shout General Contractor, but the other guys have belly's, T-shirts and weathered visages that would satisfy the pickiest of handyman fashionistas. But she insists that only Dean is the One True Hometime. We sit through the entire show -- Rambler Makeover Part III, I believe. Little Girl mesmerized the entire time. Dean Johnson trumps Dora The Explorer. Who knew? Mother has another theory. She believes that if Little Girl said she wanted to watch her usual fare -- Dora, Einsteins or Little Bear -- her TV time might be truncated as this isn't the type of thing Mother and Father typically watch. So, she figures that by choosing a program that appeals to her Daddy and turning on her considerable charm she has a better chance of staying up late. Maybe. If so, this kid inherited both copies of the guile gene. |