Often, there are problems we can’t solve, or things we want to communicate that we simply can’t find the words for.
That’s why Yo Gabba Gabba is so wonderful. It takes care of all this for us.
Don’t believe me?
Find out for yourself.
My food is so delicious but I am simply at a loss of words to adequately describe it: “There’s a party in my tummy, so yummy, so yummy!”
My house is a mess! What am I going to do? “Clean it up, clean it up, clean it up, pick up the trash now.”
This food looks disgusting. Should I eat it? “Try it….you’ll like it. Just try it, you’ll like it.”
I cannot believe she said that about me! I want to rip her head off!
“Don’t bite your friends…” (or your enemies)
Oh boy! There’s Winn! What should I do? “Stretch your arms out wide, wrap em around, squeeze tight, hugs are fun, hugs are fun…”
I have the worst taste ever in my mouth right now. “It’s fun to brush your teeth, it’s fun to brush your teeth, it’s fun to brush your teeth, and this is how you do it…”
I keep forgetting why I’m supposed to set the alarm when I leave the house. Why is that again? “Dangerous, it’s so dangerous. You have to watch for things that are dangerous.”
I know he can hear me talking to him. HELLO!!!! Maybe if I bean him in the head with… “Please, don’t, throw things at friends. Please don’t throw things at friends.”
More times than not, when I’m sitting in a “grown up” meeting, my friends and I keep getting glares. What should we do before we go into the meeting?
“Let’s get the sillies out, get the sillies out, get the sillies out, and that’s what it’s about.”
Well how can we get those sillies out? “Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, GO! Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, GO! Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, GO! Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, STOP! Hold still…..”
I just realized I was ugly to my husband/friend/child.
“I’m so, I’m so, sorry. I’m so, I’m so, sorry. We can fix it. We can make it better.”
Anthony’s working. Ansleigh’s napping. I’ve already napped. The house is *mostly* clean. I’m bored!!! “Hey, won’t somebody, come and play with me. I’ve done all my work and I’ve got a little while to spend, if I could find a friend…”
I just got made fun of….AGAIN…due to my lovely southern drawl. I can’t decide if I’m mad or if I don’t really care. “…so I’ll be nice to them. Because they are my friends.”
Extended family can’t seem to stop asking when we’re going to have another baby. I’m really thinking about slapping them but instead…“…so I’ll love, love, love my family…”
Do these people in front of me not care that I have a screaming child with me? Do they really feel the need to take everything out of their cart one at a time at the slowest speed humanly possible? Should I ram them? “You gotta wait in line, it’s only fair, to wait right there.”
I keep begging for readers to comment. I never get more than 4 or 5. Should I give up? “Keep trying, keep trying, don’t give up, never give up.”
Oh, blast. It’s time to go. How to end? “Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.”