Late to the Party

Certainly not late to the cookie party last Saturday, and certainly not late to the potluck we had at work today. I'd never be late to a party where food is involved.

No, I am late to the Yo Gabba Gabba party!  Cause this show?... is pretty Yo Awesome Awesome!

I realize that I'm several years late to this phenomenon, but I've never had a child (or a drug abuse problem) up till now (the child, not the drugs) so I'd never watched it.  

On Monday, I was feeling sick and Eric was making dinner and Madeline was fussing.  Since I'm a bad parent, I turned to ye olde Netflix Kids to entertain my child for me.

Out of sheer desperation, I clicked on Yo Gabba Gabba, and found myself rolling around on the floor with laughter.  Madeline was mesmerized, but also confused.  Yet, she dutifully tried to jumpy-jump along with the show when they asked her to.

I assume Yo Gabba Gabba works on children's brains the same way crack works on adults' brains.  Then again, maybe it works on adults' brains in a similar fashion because I've been singing "Party in My Tummy" all week.