Saturday, we all went to the Seattle Children's Museum to see the grand opening of the Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood exhibit. Brad the Gorilla came with us, too, and afterward penned a tribute of sorts to the Man in the Cardigan. Frankly, I was surprised, because I thought Brad the Gorilla was too gruff to take an interest in such a slow-moving show such as Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood. I had no idea he had worked on the set in the early years. Brad introduced me to Mr. McFeely, the "speedy delivery" mailman, and I told Mr. McFeely that even though I wasn't allowed to watch that much television, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood contributed to my love of storytelling and puppetry. (By the way, it wasn't until I was in fourth grade that I found out Mr. Rogers was a subject of much humor. Mr. Rogers took the lampooning of his personality much better than I did, but then, I was a serious child.)
Lucia enjoyed the exhibit even though she had never seen an episode of the television program. Her favorite part of the whole exhibit was Mr. Rogers' piano.
Today is a recovery day. I plan to do some sewing and writing. Perhaps I'll even cook. As I write this, Lucia is sitting on my lap, holding her Bert and Ernie dollies, singing, "Boys, boys, boys" (pronounced "bow-ays"). Should I be concerned?
P.S. I am the newest contributor to the Cute is Key blog.
