Hey, It's Franklin...
And apparently, he's comin' over to plaayayayay. I went in to check on my 3 year old yesterday during his "quiet time." Normally, he's out cold for an couple of hours. And I thought he was this time, but suddenly he popped up from behind his mesh bedrail and exclaimed, "Franklin's coming over to our house!" He then proceeded to gush for about 10 minutes about how Noggin's favorite reptile will be gracing us that evening, as will Beaver, Beaver's mommy, the snail, the porcupine and the teddy bear.
"Sounds like a big day," I said, "you'd better get a nap to be rested for all the fun."
Big mistake. When he eventually woke up, he was literally quivering with excitement. "Is he here yet? Is Franklin here?' He grabbed his little red chair, raced to the window, and took up post for awhile. At first I didn't much of it, I just figured he was playing a game. But when I told him that it was time to go on a walk, he turned desperate. "No Mommy! We have to wait until Franklin gets here! We don't want to miss him!"
And he was so damned earnest that I started to get the creeps. He wasn't playing. This was absolutely real. So when he shouted that he actually saw Franklin, that he was actually outside, I called my friend across the street.
"Hi Heather, Oh fine, fine. Hey listen, is there a large turtle in a red baseball cap standing on my front porch?"
I quickly filled her in on my predicament, and she helpfully offered to come over in a turtle suit, which she claims she actually owns. I kind of want to know why she has this, but perhaps it's none of my business. She then suggested that I tell my son that we might see Franklin on our walk.
So of course, once I spring this on my son, he couldn't jam his feet into his shoes fast enough. We combed the neighborhood, went to the library, stopped for ice cream, and there was no bipedal reptile in sight. He was crushed.
He later told me he was pretending, but I'm not so sure. In any case, the TV will be off for a few days, lest he starts waiting for Dora to stop by. I'm sorry, but a little girl who wanders freely around the countryside talking to a monkey worries me just a bit.
And apparently, he's comin' over to plaayayayay. I went in to check on my 3 year old yesterday during his "quiet time." Normally, he's out cold for an couple of hours. And I thought he was this time, but suddenly he popped up from behind his mesh bedrail and exclaimed, "Franklin's coming over to our house!" He then proceeded to gush for about 10 minutes about how Noggin's favorite reptile will be gracing us that evening, as will Beaver, Beaver's mommy, the snail, the porcupine and the teddy bear.
"Sounds like a big day," I said, "you'd better get a nap to be rested for all the fun."
Big mistake. When he eventually woke up, he was literally quivering with excitement. "Is he here yet? Is Franklin here?' He grabbed his little red chair, raced to the window, and took up post for awhile. At first I didn't much of it, I just figured he was playing a game. But when I told him that it was time to go on a walk, he turned desperate. "No Mommy! We have to wait until Franklin gets here! We don't want to miss him!"
And he was so damned earnest that I started to get the creeps. He wasn't playing. This was absolutely real. So when he shouted that he actually saw Franklin, that he was actually outside, I called my friend across the street.
"Hi Heather, Oh fine, fine. Hey listen, is there a large turtle in a red baseball cap standing on my front porch?"
I quickly filled her in on my predicament, and she helpfully offered to come over in a turtle suit, which she claims she actually owns. I kind of want to know why she has this, but perhaps it's none of my business. She then suggested that I tell my son that we might see Franklin on our walk.
So of course, once I spring this on my son, he couldn't jam his feet into his shoes fast enough. We combed the neighborhood, went to the library, stopped for ice cream, and there was no bipedal reptile in sight. He was crushed.
He later told me he was pretending, but I'm not so sure. In any case, the TV will be off for a few days, lest he starts waiting for Dora to stop by. I'm sorry, but a little girl who wanders freely around the countryside talking to a monkey worries me just a bit.
posted by The June Cleaver Diaries at 6:56 PM
7 Comments:
Oh God, it is happening to you too! A couple of months ago we went to the aquarium here which sits on the river. We noticed a press conference taking place as we were walking in so we check it out. Dora was there. She was, Really. And Ella completely lost her mind. Dora eventually came over to her and hugged her, which in turn freaked me out. Good GOD her head was huge. And then Ella shit herself. I know this happened because I had to change her when we got into the aquarium. I hate Noggin.
It could be worse....
There is a van in Tacoma that is painted just like the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo. Daria and I drive by it all the time, and I do not know why it is all over town. I think she is starting to believe Scooby and the gang live close in Tacoma and they are solving mysteries.
LOL!
(We used to live in Tacoma but luckily we missed the Mystery Machine!!)
I've got to get back to Noggin. Or any other channel. My tv seems permanently tuned to Nick Jr.
My kids want to visit the pineapple under the sea.
OMG, I am LAUGHING so hard at the Mystery Machine and the solving mysteries!
I always thought that theme song for Franklin was just asking for trouble. It says right in the song that Franklin's coming over to your house!
At our house we have a variation of this phenomena: if Henry is very tired or very hungry (which describes most of every day), he will INSIST that some thing from his imagination is true. One clear sunny day this summer he was adamant that we couldn't go swimming because we would be struck by lightening. On another day, he INSISTED that he was going to build an airplain and that we needed to get some sheet metal for the wings. And he is absolutely serious.
But why DOES your neighbor have a turtle suit?
I always wondered why Dora's parents didn't keep a better eye on her.
And why does your neighbor have a turtle suit? I think that may be one of those things I'd rather not know about my friends and neighbors.
The joys of Dora...
My eldest Daughter (nearly 2) insists on wearing her red wellies everywhere because of that bleeding Monkey....
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