Oh don’t get me wrong. I’m like to think a very helpful person for the most part, but in one particular area I am no help whatsoever.You see I’m a hummer. “Hmm, hmm, hmm.” And worse yet, songs get stuck on repeat and even though I don’t even notice, it is apparently noticeable to basically everyone else.
I can remember years ago one of my sisters asking me “who sings that?” and when I happily replied, “Bette Middler”, her response was, “well why don’t we just let her sing it then okay?” Okay, okay. I get it.
But you see, my most recent problem with the humming is interconnected to Danny’s recent recuperation. Five days home with a little guy whose “get up and go, just got up and went” made it perfect for a "little" TV viewing.
With lots of free shows on our Video on Demand he settled in quite nicely for some mini marathons of Bob the Builder, Roary the Racecar, Micky Mouse Club House and his absolute favorite—Fireman Sam. Oh who am I kidding. It was not a mini marathon. It was a 26 miler.
The problem is that all of these shows unfortunately have catchy little tunes and I find myself humming them all the time.
Which is bad.
Because now that he’s better, he can’t watch TV all the time.
“BOB, BOB” he cries (which means TV in general), followed by “MOTE, MOTE” (you guessed it—remote).
Once we calm him down and distract him with a book or toys all is well until “something” makes him suddenly cry “BOB, BOB!”
I stop humming mid hum. “What?” Uh oh.
Hmmmm…what to do, what to do…hmmmm….??? Birds do it. Bees do it. Why oh why can't I?
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