As Quincy from Little Einsteins would say, "I can not believe it!" you have a new favorite. Sorry Buzz, sorry Woody, sorry Leo & Rocket and the gang, sorry Bruster and the Chuggington crew, sorry Phineas & Ferb. There is a new favorite toon in town and mommy is not sure she likes it. Gone is the learning about friendship and treating your toys good from Toy Story, gone is the classical music and problem solving of the Little Einsteins, gone is the learning to follow directions and do things right from Chuggington, and gone is the using your imagination and invention and crime fighting from Phineas & Ferb. (alright, that last one is a stretch, but...) And in comes learning to whine and cry and produce tears.
Lately every time you see this specific yellow sponge you go nuts! SpongeBob! SpongeBob! You shout and point. Oh no, I say.
Yesterday you did not want to put underwear on. I asked if you wanted Woody or Buzz or Thomas the Train or Lightening McQueen. "SpongeBob!" you demanded and cried who I could not locate that one single pair of SpongeBob undies you own. This habit really got started rolling at Miss Liz's house where you currently go for daycare. She told me that Spongebob is your favorite and you even know the song. When they try to redirect you away from it you get maaad!
You definitely know what you like.
But drop the
whine or
we will
have
to
Ban
SpongeBob
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