In Preparation...

I became vomity myself, ew! And my Mum came to take The Bean to her house so I could try and get better, bless her heart (again!).

I slept for most of the day, watched a couple of episodes of House and slept some more. When Mum brought The Bean home late in the afternoon she'd bought him a new Playschool DVD - seemingly, Papa couldn't handle watching 'Dinosaurs' anymore himself. This one was entitled 'Wheels'. This should have been far more interesting and engaging for The Bean than 'Dinosaurs' because my child is OBSESSED with toy cars/trains/buses/motorbikes/ambulances and the like. Let's be honest, he wanted to watch the 'Dinosaurs' one. I convinced him, by looking particularly ill and slightly vomity, that we should watch the 'Wheels' one instead. Convinced, after setting the DVD up in my room and allowing said Playschool DVD to be watched snuggled up in my bed, we watched two episodes from 'Wheels'.

No one, anywhere, would believe what is about to be typed....

Halfway through Friday's episode, Georgie Parker, begins talking about trucks, that look like Dinosaurs. They have been constructed from boxes. They have wheels (staying true to the theme, yes), they also have cardboard tails, and Apatosaurus shaped cardboard heads. I couldn't believe my ears/eyes and other vomity senses.

No!

Georgie then gets up, the guy that's been playing piano for Playschool since before the dawn of time, since probably the time of the effing Dinosaurs, starts the little jingle.

No!

This DVD is called 'Wheels'!!!

And then it was all over;

'The Dinosaurs were dancing 'round the pre-historic swamp,
They shook their heads,
They swished their tails,
And did the Dino Stomp
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.

Dance Dino
Dance Dino
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.

Dance Dino
Dance Dino
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.

They shook their heads,
They swished their tails,
And did the Dino Stomp

Ugh!

Things The Bean has said...

Lying in my bed this morning, I was trying to explain to The Bean why he needs to hold my hand "The WHOLE time" when we are in Vietnam.

Me: "Now why do you need to whole my hand all the time in Vietnam?"
"Because."
"Because why, babe?"
"Because there's lots of people in Ett-man"
"And why else?"
"Why?"
"So you don't get lost."
"EW! Mama! Your hair's in my mouth!"