Try It! You'll Like It!. This regular tune is sung by the gang to encourage kids to try new foods. The hook is annoying and they dance around looking uncomfortable in their enormous costumes while trying new foods. But Mr. Pants has taken it as scripture and is obeying their directive. After two years of trying to get him to try anything beyond his five staples, it is this silly song that has resonated with him. And just this week he has tried four new foods and right before he does, he sings, "Ty ih. Yoo ike ih!". And hot sauce. The kid now loves hot sauce. Mama is so proud. Point, YGG.
And then there is the creepster Brobee. That thing is just weird. His arms are too long and he has a unibrow. He's short and his voice sounds akin to nails on a chalkboard. But dang if that Brobee isn't the most influential "person" in my child's life. If Brobee says jump, then that's that. Jumping it is. Just like Brobee, Mr. Pants is obsessed with creating a party in his tummy (So yummy! So yummy!). And parties in the tummy include fruits and veggies. And Brobee is a bit meloncholy (suck it up, Brobee!). He's always misinterpreting things and feeling sorry for himself. All of the other characters must then teach him that he is loved. And while that is annoying to me, it seems as though this is exactly how Mr. Pants is learning empathy. And how to be sweet with his sister. She was crying the other day, he leaned over to her gave her an arm rub and said, "yoo mall? Doe Ky" (you small? don't cry). Straight from Brobee's desires to be as big as everyone else. Point, Brobee.
But it was this morning that sealed the deal.
Last night, we watched a YGG episode all about families. This morning Mr. Pants found my Care Bears. I recently got them back from my mom. The ones I played with as a little girl. I washed them up and put them in the closet so that I could give them to Ms. Plum someday. Mr. Pants found them and fell in love. I was snapping pictures of him, all the while thinking of a potential post about how we shouldn't teach our kids to only play with gender specific toys, when he looked up at me. Holding as many bears in his arms as he could, he said, "Ba-min-ee! Oh, doe Ky!" and he kissed the bear and held it tighter. The last part was "Oh don't cry". Then he said the first part again. "Ba-min-ee!". My eyes sprung a leak. I realized he was saying "family". A little emotional, I responded "where's the sister?". He paused and took the littlest bear over to Ms. Plum, set it next to her and said, "Ipster". Yep. And now I'm a wreck.
Point, Mr. Pants.
So I surrender to you, Yo Gabba Gabba. It would seem that your influence over my boy is a good one. You have done what no amount of pestering from me could. You've broken this kid out of his shell. Point, YGG.