Thursday, December 4, 2008
So, who doesn't love Sesame Street, right? I mean, Jack is suddenly obsessed with it, and I totally can dig this new obsession. Way better than the previous obsession with Zoobomafoo -- and the Yo Gabba Gabba phase was starting to wear me down a little.
But, I never thought the damn show would teach me something.
So, that instrument I gave Jack from my childhood? The glorious xylophone. Yes, it is responsible for his first black eye (he dropped in on his head while laying on his back at about 6 months). I thought he almost broke my toe with that damnable thing the last time we had it out. But wait, here's the kicker. Its not a xylophone at all, apparently.
Okay, so apparently a xylophone has wooden chimes, and since ours has metal it is a. . .
wait for it. . .
I always thought a glockenspiel was a freaking clock. But, it took a couple of puppets and Randy from American Idol to teach me something new.
Whattya know. Now I can tell people that Jack got his first black eye by way of glockenspiel. That sounds cooler anyway.