We went to the Mall of America's Nickelodeon Universe yesterday. (They had free rides from Noon to 4:00 pm because they were filming a commercial during that time and they wanted the rides to be full.)
Peace would notice Dora things everywhere and say, "Door. Door."
That's right. My 18-month-old knows who Dora is.
It happened because Ocean and Ezra have been bringing home those Dora easy reader books. And Vernon will sit with Peace, point to Dora, and say, "Who is that? It's Dora. Dora." And she will say, "Door. Door."
I swear, he's doing it just to make me mad because he knows I don't like Dora. (No offense to those of you who like Dora. Whatever floats your boat. I don't care. She just ain't my thing.)
There was a day, once upon a time, when Vernon was reading a Barney book (at the in-law's) to Ocean. And instead of calling him "Barney", Vernon would call him "The Big Purple Dinosaur". And he did this all of his accord (because, at that time, he didn't want our child to know who "Barney" was any more than I did).
Oh, how times have changed.
After Nickelodeon Universe yesterday, we went to the Barnes and Noble in the mall to read some books. Peace sees something on the shelf, gets all excited, and starts running toward it. A lady sees her and says, "I wonder what she sees? Is it that horse?" And I say, "No, it's that Dora book."
Because, yes, now I am THAT mother who has an 18-month-old who is a Dora fanatic.
The last thing in the world I wanted to be.