Last week I made a discovery. How it took me this long, I’ll never know. PBS Kids’ Arthur is on Netflix. Helllllllllo, Childhood! And I say HEY!
Every day after school, there would be 2 episodes of Arthur on, back to back. I’d watch it, faithfully, then go outside and have my own childhood adventures.
I was so excited to start watching Arthur again in my spare time. But as an adult, I have new feelings when watching the aardvark and his friends.
It makes me SO excited to be a mom. Weird? Yeah. Arthur makes me baby hungry… How embarrassing. But all I can think about is how much that is the EXACT childhood I want my kids to have.
Turns out, Arthur is a pretty solid show, even as an adult. It has won 6 Emmys.
Arthur has a really good, and normal life. A best friend. An obnoxious sister. Good parents. A normal house. A dog. A tough teacher. A tree house. He has all the normal struggles a kid should have. Nightmares about forgetting to wear pants. Overdue library books. Getting embarrassed. Likes comics and TV, and playing soccer. Has the most wild imagination. And it’s exactly what I want for my kid.
What has happened to me?! I’m blaming the hormones.
… just wait til my post on The Magic School Bus…