We're a Mess

Throughout this most recent bout of sickness (thank you, the kiddos are much better but I'm coughing a blue streak and therefore still not sleeping), I have relied somewhat heavily on the distracting powers of the tv to get me through the rough bits. There are our usual staples, the much beloved Dora and Diego, plus Barney in the early a.m., Thomas for DS, and Sesame Street when we happen upon it.

And then there is The Big, Comfy Couch for DD. Have you seen this show? Lunette and Molly, a clown and her dolly, explore life's little lessons in clown town where they live. There's her gypsy (definitely a stereotype, and not something the Roma would embrace, I'm sure) grandmother and "Major Bedhead," the unicycling courier, plus dust bunnies, freaky mime dolls in a house, her aunt or uncle (depending on the season), and the cat something-Fritz. It's colorful, lively, and moralistic (keep promises, try new things, etc). I'm sure you know it--she's the clown who does the stretches on the clock mat to the perky music with big huge pony tails coming out of a blue hat.

(By the way, there are actually two Lunettes--I read about it on the internet--but I think I've only seen the first one, Alyson Court--this actually becomes an obsession of mine--is that the right clown?)

Anyway, towards the end of each episode, Lunette notices a mess on the floor of all the things she's pulled out of the couch to play with. "Who made this mess?" she asks. Realizing it is hers, she does a "10 second tidy" and gets it all clean in time-lapsed video.

DD loves this part. Or, more specifically, replicating it. She's been standing around our (rather messy) playroom saying "who made this mess?" and then says, "I'll clean it up." And she does. Sometimes. Other times, she wants you to do a call and response and so I do.

"Who made this mess?" I ask.

"I did!"

"Let's clean it up."

And then we do.

Today she added something:

"But we like it like this."

Maybe that explains the state of the house!