Is Today The Day Mommy?

Every morning around 6ish, my son asks if today's the day. He is so excited about the Spongebob marathon that starts Nov 9. He truly understands the concept of Spongebob all day long. All. Day. Long. It will, after all, be "The Best Day Ever". I know ya'll are looking forward to it. Yeah, me too. My saving grace will be that there's a new episode when it's all over and they'll play the movie on tv after that. We watched the movie about 5 1/2 times yesterday. It's still funny to me but I'm close to od'ing.

Why do kids like repetitive things? I mean I will buy my some of my all time favorite movies but I've really got to like the movie to purchase it. Kind of like a cd, I have to really like the artist or the whole thing otherwise I feel like I have wasted my money. I know kids thrive on structure and the repeating of everything. Everything. Sometimes I'm just befuddled as to why they like it. If I have to hear the same thing more than 3-10 times (all depends what it is) chances are I want to stick an acid laced needle in my eye. Not the kids, they will sing "The Best Day Ever" for hours if I don't intervene and say "Enough!"

Why don't they listen to me when I repeat myself a hundred times all day?

Comments

Les Becker said…

Perhaps if you put on a purple suit and dance around the coffee table...?

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