The latest infatuation the monkeys have is a show called Tiny Planets. It features a pair of inquisitive fuzzy fellows who go flying off into space on an equally fuzzy couch, exploring different planets to learn about sound, technology, nature, etc. Oh yeah and electronic dance music. It reminds me of something I might have come up with given the proper drug...er...motivation. The littler one, Bong, is temperamental, silly and makes high pitch squealing sounds. The bigger one, Bing, is a little more mellow and organized and has a bag out of which he pulls unbelievably sized nifty contraptions (like Mary Poppins carpet bag). If there was ever a show my monkeys could relate with it would be this one.
We were watching it last night before bed and much bouncing and giggling ensued. Given the way kids innocently mispronounce words, you'd think that they could have thought of a better name for their alien neighbors besides "flockers".
I dig it because it shows them brushing their teeth as part of the nightly ritual. Elder monkey has been putting up a struggle when it's that time. He'll be careening off the walls and then I say those magic words he becomes instant comatose dead weight. With the knowledge that he won't be going to bed without brushing his teeth. It's so extremely pathetic but a clever last ditch attempt to stay up. Nice try buddy-boy get your butt in there and brush those choppers. I just can't wait for his first dentist visit (shudder). Younger monkey seems to be taking it in stride. He just won't stay in bed afterwards.
When I got them to bed, one of those nature movies on Hi-Def TV was on. And all of the sudden the planet didn't seem all that tiny, but I sure did.