I’m the first to guiltily admit that sometimes I let Carson watch too much TV. We’ve been really working on this lately… trying to keep the TV OFF for most of the day, which is hard for me, because I, myself, am kind of a TV junkie. But last week, we stumbled on an old VHS movie that I somehow inherited from my youth. It is a remake of the Little Rascals made in the early 90’s. I didn’t think Carson would follow it, since he rarely sits through more than 10 minutes of Sesame Street (unless Elmo is on), but he LOVES THIS MOVIE! He is obsessed with it! We’ve watched part or all of the movie for about 4 days in a row, and I have a hard time saying no.

The good things: this is one of the only times Carson will snuggle up in my lap and he talks about the things in the movie. Also, it’s slightly more entertaining to ME than Sesame St. (At least the first time or two it was.) The bad part: the characters say words that we don’t say in front of Carson. Not cussing, but things like “butt,” or “sucks” or “you’re ugly” kind of thing. In fact, yesterday (when the TV had been OFF for several hours, thank you very much) I heard him saying a line from the movie. I think it’s what Spanky says when Alfalfa is professing his undying love for Darla. I heard Carson saying to himself: “I’m not hearing this! I’m not hearing this!” I stiffled my giggles, because I did not want to encourage it. He wasn’t using it in context (ie: to his mother), thankfully, but it was a reminder/slap in the face that he IS digesting and taking in what he sees and hears!

Here’s a few of my favorite lines from the movie:
Alfalfa: Darla and I are singing a DUET. BOTH of us. TOGETHER.
Waldo: How redundant.

Stymie, leading the club pledge: I… Stymie… Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club… Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to. And especially: never fall in love, and if I do may I die slowly and painfully and suffer for hours – or until I scream bloody murder.

Banker: What’s your account number?
Spanky: Seven.
Banker: Seven?!
Froggy (in a whisper): Try eight!
Alfalfa to Spanky in a moment of reconciliation: I’m sorry Spank, but I like girls. And it might even get worse as I get older!