Come Along With Me…

… with the butterflies and bee–eees… lalalala

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After Sesame Street and Elmo’s World, Spongebob Squarepants, Katy Perry’s Roar, Masha and the Bear, Cars, How to Train Your Dragon, Jurassic Park (we still watch the trilogy from time to time), Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, Annie, Peppa Pig, Pocoyo, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse,

— our new favorite TV show to watch to bond over is The Adventure Time. We watch the episodes every night before bed time and sing to the title sequence, the credits, and some of the weird, discordant songs.

Every night, at around 8pm, I’d turn on the TV, choose a random episode and let it play through the succeeding episodes until about 9:30pm while the Little Creatures #1 and #2 sit or lie down on the bed to quiet down and watch. Yes, the Little Creature #2 at 14 months (Wow he’s so big now! Forgot to blog about it all! tsk tsk) is also starting to appreciate the amazing worlds that TV has to offer. It’s inevitable since I’m such a TV junkie. I have no plans of banning or limiting TV watching. Ever. As long as I get to decide what to watch.

Thoughts during the first few episodes: Strange. The dog changes shapes. There are zombie candies. What’s with that purple cloud? Such an unattractive character, that cloud. The cloud is a she? So many oddly shaped beings.

What’s going on?

I don’t get it. I really don’t get it.

But after watching so many random episodes so many, many, many times for so many, many, many weeks:

I get it!

Like Masha and Mary Poppins and all the shows (and MTV!) I’ve mentioned above except for the last 3 (not liking them so much), the real reason we’re binge-watching Finn and Jake’s adventures is because I like them maybe even more than my kids do.

At first, my favorite character was Marceline because her singing voice is sooooo breezy and beautiful. Plus, she’s undead. So goth.

But Lumpy Space Princess, or LSP, the purple cloud that I thought was annoying grew on me. And she and I, well, we have a connection. I feel her and her lumps. It all began when I tried talking in her voice to annoy my son.  Whenever I say that I am LSP in LSP’s pinched, snooty voice, he’d be annoyed and insist that I’m Marceline (Ah, thank you, son. In his eyes, I may look like the undead, but at least it’s an undead in human form). I wish I could sound like Marceline. Unfortunately,  my voice range is very, very, very limited. I do have to admit that I make a good impersonation of LSP. Oh my glob!

4/20/15 Update: Now my son says I’m Finn, he’s Jake, his little brother is Beemo, and his dad’s the Ice King. If he calls me Finn, I’m expected to respond… in Finn’s voice and intonation.