The reason why they have puppy eyes…

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Caitlin likes to watch The Little Einsteins.

In it are 4 character kids who fly (Red) Rocket that seems to have a personality of its own. Together they go on their respective episodic adventures. The whole show is based on music, using snippets of classical music such as from Mozart, Bach, etc. They use big words like allegro, and… drats, they escape me. It’s all got to do with the speed or tempo of the rhythm… Ok I’ll go Google it.

As part of its regular feature, the characters have to speed up their hand-tapping as encouragement for Rocket to fly faster, for whatever the objective was for the mission. Leo, the presumed leader of the band of kids, starts off by tapping his lap going from adagio, then tapping their tummy going faster, then shoulders going moderato, then going all the way to allegro with hands raised and legs kicking.

And Rocket extends this rocket booster thingie out of its fuselage, defying all laws of physics and conservation of mass, and the whole thing propels forward fast and doesn’t break or compromise on its structural integrity.

We were running late tonight; got home from Grandma’s and was running behind our usual night schedule after fuming at Caitlin for dilly-dallying (not) completing her homework. It’s amazing how un-urgent kids can be and find stuff to fiddle, look at and around, scratch, stretch, position their pencils on the workbook and then not do anything…

We got home, semi-rushed to make her milk- want her to be in bed early enough so as to be awake enough for school tomorrow. I was still a little mad at her, and she knows it. Yet, she STILL dilly-dally’s with drinking her milk, sipping at it only.

Then she puts down her cup and stares at the TV.

I go over, trying to look as menacing as possible. “What are you doing?? Why aren’t you (continuing) drinking your milk??”

“I wanna fly super fezz….” with those puppy eyes I know you are still mad at me look.

“Huh? What??”

Just then I hear Leo starts uttering “Come on! Wave your arms to make our ship fly faster!“, and Caitlin raises her arms still looking at me the same.

I couldn’t hide the smile creeping in.

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8 Responses to “The reason why they have puppy eyes…”


  1. 1 Ann

    hahaha…..you BIG SOFTIE !!!

    Your little girl will soon learn in no time to smile or look at you with eyes that make you melt! And then she will have daddy wrapped round her little fingers!

    Hai….but that is the joy of it all!

    I was a daddy’s girl when I was young and it was just super duper great! just don’t frown at her bfs! ;)

    Anns last blog post..Getting in emotionally

  2. 2 Daddee

    I think I’d do more than frown at the bf’s!!

  3. 3 hissychick

    Those puppy dog eyes must be universal because a certain miss A works them like magic on a certain toddlerdaddy…..

    PS Caitlin has homework?!

  4. 4 Daddee

    Yes Caitlin has homework. She started preschool earlier this year.

  5. 5 Moomykin

    Hey, your blog has got a new look!
    Yes, I just came round for a visit after my break. Glad the smiley candle is back. :)

    Oh, Micah loves the Little Einsteins too, and there was this time he asked me before bed, “What’s an hour-glass?” and I had to really work my brain on how to put that clear to a then 3 year old.

    Micah pulls that very sad puppy look on me too, but Max will just hop and cry for whatever he demands. Usually Grandma gives in to that. I don’t. But Max just melts me totally when he says softly to me, ” Mum, you know what?… I love you.” Oh, total jelly.

    Moomykins last blog post..Well, I…Zzzzz

  6. 6 Daddee

    Haha! Caitlin hasn’t tried that “I love you” on me yet!

    I know- I have been trying to find a way to put that banner graphic back up with a suitable theme, but my programming skills aren’t quite as advanced these days…

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