Every night before the kids’ bedtime, the whole family relaxes on the couch and watches one episode of Thomas, Max and Ruby, or Wonder Pets. I’m not sure who likes the cartoons more, Carson or Tate and me.
Here’s a snippet of a recent conversation between Wonder Dork #1 and Wonder Dork #2:
Tate: “Can we watch both Wonder Pets episodes? I haven’t seen the one where the they save the kangaroo.”
Me: “Oooh! It’s a really good one! It’s kind of a tear-jerker, though. It all works out in the end, luckily. They have celery on the barbie when they find the kangaroo’s mommy.”
We looked at each other and realized to our horror that any semblence of cool that we liked to pretend still existed had at that moment gone up in poof of smoke.
Since we had already lost our membership in the cool club, Tate and I belted out all the lyrics to the Wonder Pets songs.
(Just shut up. okay?!) (Don’t pretend that you don’t tear up at Wonder Pets occasionally and sing along, too.) (And I’m sorry if I gave away the ending to the kangaroo episode. I probably should have given a spoiler alert.)