My kid gets stuck on things. Always has.
When he was little, he would repeat lines from The Little Einsteins. Then, for a while, it was the Move It song from Madagascar, the theme song to Imagination Movers, and dialogue from Night at the Museum.
You can call it “scripting” or a “stim”, or you can just call it annoying.
I’m not sure if I should blame my husband, or Dreamworks for the newest diddy that’s playing on an endless loop at our house. Madagascar 3 is out, and with it comes the worst stim/scripting/obsession yet.
Because all we hear at home now is:
DA-DA-DADA-DA, DA-DA-DADA-DA, AFRO, CIRCUS, AFRO, CIRCUS, POLKA-DOT, POLKA-DOT, POLKA-DOT, AFRO, ….REALLY?!!
Over and over and over again.
The repetition alone is irritating, but add to it that it’s a circus tune, which makes me think of circus performers of the clown persuasion, and you have a scenario in which I’m ready to jam an ice pick in my ear.
And in case you’re wondering, these obsessions tend to last about 2 months.
Although hubs was the one to take him to the movie, I’ll go ahead and blame Dreamworks. Those damn animation geniuses and their musical score department are set to ruin my summer. But at least hubs is there, suffering right along with me.
I never thought I’d wish with every fiber of my being that Disney would hurry up and churn out another flick, with a catchy musical number.
I don’t even care if they get Phil Collins to sing it. I swear.