We’ve been listening to the Yo Gabba Gabba CD ENDLESSLY for the last few weeks. Sweet Girl doesn’t watch the TV show, but she can rock out to just about every song on the CD now. As can I. There’s a song on the CD called “There’s a Party in My Tummy,” and part of the song goes something like this:
Carrots!
Ye-ah!
In My Tummy! Party, party!
Ye-ah!
In My Tummy!
Green Beans!
Ye-ah!
Etcetera, etcetera, ad nauseum, ad infinitum. So now as a result of listening to this song roughly 412348908 times, Mr. Shoe and I will suddenly, randomly bust out with “Carrots!” and the other person in the house will respond “Ye-ah!” and the instigator will respond with “In My Tummy!” Tonight, Sweet Girl was getting in on the singing action at dinnertime and most of dinner’s conversation was some combination of the song lyrics. As we were cleaning up, I jokingly substituted “Carrots!” with “Sweet Girl!” She stopped dead in her tracks and just smiled at me. I tried again, trying to elicit the response “Ye-ah!” Instead she said “No-o!” “Why not?” I ask. “I don’t go in your tummy, Mama. That was only when I was a tiny baby.” And I’ll be honest, my first response was “Why on earth does she think I eat babies?” Yeah, no, clearly the explanation that babies come from mommy’s tummies that we had MONTHS ago stuck on some subconscious (or maybe not so subconscious) level. Have I mentioned that I love how her brain works? Have I also mentioned that I need to get out more? An entire post about a Yo Gabba Gabba song? Oy.