Monday, December 28, 2009

Who's that talking, mama?

We thought that it would be a great idea to record a few of the Christmas classics for Layla to watch.

And watch, and watch, and watch, and watch. I never realized how annoying little Karen's whiny voice is until this year. "Oh Frosty, you just can't melt!".

Shut up, bitch!


Anyway, this has led us to yet another annoying issue. Layla can not grasp the concept of a narrator. She's cool when Frosty talks, or Karen, or the policeman, or whoever she can see. But the second the narrator's voice comes in, she asks "Who's that talking, mama?". EVERY. TIME.

"It's the narrator, honey."

"Oh yes, that's right."


"Who's that talking, mama?"

Repeat a zillion times through the whole show. And again the next time we watch it. And the next. And the next...

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