When Number 3 was little, I was, as most new moms are, kind of a psycho about what TV shows the kids watched.
It was pretty much all Sesame Street. We had about twenty-five Sesame Street DVD’s that we’d watch all the time.
His first birthday cake was an Elmo cake, and his second birthday cake was a Cookie Monster cake.
We were ALL about Sesame Street back in the day.
It was the same with Number 4.
We branched out to The Wiggles and Franklin and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse after she was born.
But Sesame Street was still the show of choice.
In fact, when Number 3 was three years old and Number 4 was two years old, we dressed up as Big Bird, Abby Cadabby, and Super Grover for Halloween.
That was back when we had less kids and I still made costumes by hand from scratch.
Yes, I hot glued about four thousand yellow feathers to a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts for that costume, and I made that Super Grover costume, too.
But I digress.
By the time Number 5 was a couple years old, Number 3 was into the Power Rangers and some stuff that was less G-rated and a little more questionable, as far as my tv show guidelines were concerned.
With each child, there was less and less Sesame Street in the mix, and by the time Number 7 was born, it was completely absent.
Number 7 wouldn’t even know who Super Grover was.
She’s not really into TV all that much, but she never watched any of the stuff that Number 3 and 4 watched when they were little.
She fast forwarded directly to shows like Good Luck Charlie and Austin and Allie and Kickin’ It and stuff that wasn’t necessarily inappropriate but definitely more advanced and nothing I would have approved when the older kids were little.
Now, six years later, forget it.
It’s pathetic how low the bar has dropped.
Tonight, Number 4 was babysitting and Number 5 was at a sleepover and Number 6 was using the iPad and Number 3 was up in his room (Number 1 and 2 are away at college) and I thought it would be nice to spend a little one-on-one time with Number 7.
It was 7:30 and I asked her if she wanted to watch a show before she went to bed.
She likes some of the “bigger kid” shows, but she will still watch some shows that the other kids consider “baby” shows — Horrid Henry and The Magic School Bus and stuff like that. Not anything I enjoy watching, but it’s not the dreaded Caillou, and even if it was, I’d still watch it with her for a little bit.
So I threw out some suggestions.
Llama Llama? Liv and Maddie?
And she turned to me and shook her head and said,
“Let’s watch some UFC highlights. I wanna watch the Conor McGregor and Khabib press conference again.”
My six-year-old has no idea who Bert and Ernie are.
But she can tell you who has the best MMA take downs.
And if you talk to her next Sunday, there is a 100% chance she’ll be able to let you know who came out on top in the Khabib/McGregor UFC 229 title fight.