But if you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed a new trend at our house.
I thought it was totally cute. I was excited that the days of Super Why and Dora may be numbered. Until:
No, no...that's OK...I'll get over it. Yeah, so maybe I need to clean under the couch. Armed with his Daddy's work flashlight, Nick is probably the only person ever to go looking under there just for giggles.
Watching Dirty Jobs makes Nick happy, and you know what? It keeps him quiet and I like the show too. Double win!
Thanks, Mike Rowe, for kicking Patrick and Squidward to the curb. (Hmmm...I think there's a 'Dirty Jobs' show idea in there somewhere...)
The only thing that would have made that match-up better was if they'd made a Mike Rowe muppet. (No offense, Mike. I just got a thing for muppets. Wonder how they make those things...another 'Dirty Jobs' show idea, perhaps? Don't laugh - for all you know they could make muppets in Malaysian sweat shops and make those strings that control their skinny little arms out of whale baleen.)
All was just fine and dandy with our new TV love affair until this weekend. It hit a whole new level.
Just after we happened upon the D.J. marathon on Saturday afternoon, somewhere between the episode where Mike visits a cedar shingle factory (dangerous, but not exactly dirty if you ask me) and the one where he makes super really good bird food, I noticed my two little boys missing from the living room.
They hauled nearly every tote and toy that normally resides under their bunk beds OUT, sort of making a little tunnel. Nick dropped down onto his belly and instructed his little brother to do the same.
Imagine a four year old leading a two year old on a great under-bed safari.
I don't know that I ever laughed as hard as I did when Nick would yell something like, "WATCH OUT FOR THAT THING!"
I have no idea what they were actually looking for, but they came out with two broken crayons, seven wayward socks, three Happy Meal toys and various parts and pieces for board games. (Why yes, you CAN hire me to write your next Christmas song!)
In the end, I'd have to say I highly encourage you to let your small children watch Dirty Jobs. You never know...you could just have your younguns cleaning the toilets before fall.