This morning was a little rough, even for a Monday, and I ended up running a few minutes late due to my unwillingness to “Wake up, Mom!”. Ran out of here without turning off the TV or the lights or anything. As I was dropping off the Short Kid at school, I was struck by the fact I had to buy a coffee table right that very second, so I went from the school to the furniture store. Fast forward through a few minutes of shopping, driving home, taking the dogs out and whatnot, and I’m sitting at my desk.
Then I realize the dogs are watching Max & Ruby. And (here comes the worrisome part…)
Me: “Minibella, I HATE Max & Ruby! It’s stupid and WHERE ARE THEIR PARENTS? Why does poor Ruby have to raise her little brother? Where the hell is DCYF in this story? Change the channel.”
A few seconds of crickets and a really blank dog look later…
Me: *facepalm*
I am losing my mind.
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LOL!
You only need to worry if you start answering back as one of the dogs in a sing-song voice.
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I’ve decided Max and Ruby takes place during the Great Depression and their parents are out on the bread line.
The fact that I could cite evidence for this theory probably marks me as just as crazy as you for expecting dogs to change the channel.
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But really, where ARE the parents? The show is Canadian… so maybe the really low crime rates make it okay for the grandma to stop in once or twice a week to check on the 7 and 3 yr old kids?
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I do occasionally voice the dogs. It’s embarrassing, really. But never when I’m alone! Usually, if I’m talking for the dogs, it’s too my husband. “I really want you to take me outside to do potties, Daddy!”
Like I said…embarrassing.
I think because I’m the oldest and spent maybe more time than I should have watching my younger siblings, Max & Ruby hits an emotional hot button for me. When my son was little, it was his favorite show and I hated it more than the Teletubbies.