The past few weeks, my lovely Little Lady has discovered that the television has more to offer than Doc McStuffins and Caillou.
There are men in the world of TV. MEN.
It started with a random viewing of High School Musical. Like her Mama, she’s a sucker for a man who can sing.
(although, I do need to teach her that real singing doesn’t involve breathing and singing through your nose like the HSM crowd likes to do)
The last time we caught High School Musical 2, she ran to the TV, pointed at a pirouetting Zac Ephron and announced, “I wish I could have that guy with me!”
Oh. My. Little Lady, you are only 5.
F-I-V-E!
Then, during some father-daughter time bonding over Animal Planet, the Little Lady came face to face with The Turtle Man.
Yes, the Turtle Man. And, just like that Zac had competition.
SERIOUS competition. With each turtle, possum and raccoon captured and bagged, the Little Lady grew more and more in awe. Now, at least once a day, she goes around the house, trying to corral her brothers, and screeching out the Turtle Man’s “AYIYIYIYIYI!”
“Now that’s “live action,” folks,” she’ll add.
So, now Mama is torn … do I push her toward a nasally “pretty boy” . . . or to the older Hillbilly adventurer?
Good grief …
