Saturday-morning cartoons are pretty much an inalienable right in our house. If I remember correctly, the majority of the boys were downstairs with “Wolverine and the X-Men” at the time. (Speaking of which, almost nothing is funnier than Cormac, the Sixth Son, saying “Wolverine.” Awesome.) But since James tends to be a bit more timid in his viewing habits, he’ll often break off into his own cartooning session.
Usually, that means “Phineas and Ferb” – Yes, the family dinner hour often features all six Speaking Susanka boys reciting entire “P&F” episodes verbatim. Why do you ask? — but today, for some reason, he went with “Jake and the Never Land Pirates.”
I must not have been paying much attention — because coffee, remember? – or I’d have put a stop to it. “Jake” is a not-favorite of mine, for two reasons (at least), both of which are nicely captured in the show description: “An Annie Award-winning musical interactive animated Disney Junior show based on the successful Disney franchise.”
First, “…franchise.” It feels ponderously geared towards merchandising/franchising, which I rarely like. (Merchandising and franchising are fine with me, really. I just don’t want to feel like they’re the driving-and-maybe-only “creative” force.)
Second, “interactive,” a stylistic staple in recent ToddlerTV shows for which I cannot adequately express my vehement hatred. Seriously. I really hate it. (It always feels like “talking down/condescension” to me. Yeah, I’m crabby and old. But still, dislike.)
However, being not always as mean as I seem — or maybe just not being caffeinated enough to let my true meanness shine — I allowed James and “Jake” to play together for a bit. And my “kindness” was rewarded by this fantastic little exchange:
JAKE (with a treacly charm): Hey, mateys. Will you help us keep the golden egg safe while we figure out who it belongs to?
JAMES (with an astonishing vehemence): NO!!!
And burst out laughing.
Ah, it warms the cockles of me “heart.”
Completely out of the blue, as well. He’s usually so mild-mannered.
I might be rubbing off on him, just a bit. Yeah, that worries me. But yeah, he kept watching. So maybe I’m not actually rubbing off that much.