Fascination Street

Dear Ziggy,

Currently you are fascinated with a number of things. I won’t go and say you’re obsessed because that word has negative connotations.

“DRIVE CAR! DRIVE CAR!” Ever since I let you sit in the driver’s seat and play with the steering wheel and controls (while our car was OFF, mind you, gentle readers!) you have been enamored with DRIVING THE CAR! DRIVING THE CAR! Every time we get into the car you lose your mind and must drive it. I’m in big trouble! Sheesh.

“FIREMAN SAM! FIREMAN SAM!” This is your favorite show right now. Here you are dancing to the theme song. You will watch all 4 episodes on Netflix streaming over and over again at least 87646662732 times a day.

“ICE! OCKEE! ICE! PEASE ICE!” I don’t have a good shot of this but let’s just say you could easily go through a tray of ice in one sitting and still beg for more. It’s because of your 2 year molars. They are a doozy, I tell ya.

“TAR! GUITAR! TAR! PLAY TAR!” We bought you a toy guitar but you still prefer your bubble popper toy and hold it and “play” it like a guitar while singing the “Hello” song from Music Together. Over and over again.

“STICKUHS! STICKOOS! STICKERS!” Truck stickers, Easter stickers, Dog stickers, Elmo stickers, Banana stickers. Any and all stickers. Stickers.

One last thing: That HIGH PITCHED SHRIEK you’ve been squealing out for the last month? Could you maybe forget about doing that, like, forever? It’s making me nuts. Thanks.

Love,
Mommy