It’s not you, it’s my kid. I’m afraid we can’t see you anymore. At least, it’s time we take it down a notch. This relationship is far more serious than I’m ready for.
Sure, we have had some good times together. My kid is now obsessed with construction trucks and can tell me the parts of a vehicle better than some mechanics I know. I think that’s pretty cute. We have learned some fun songs that I’ll sing for years to come, I’m sure. We learned about things that sink and float, and my child now really wants to go to “Las Vegas, Nevada!”
Because of you, Blippi, my 3 year old can spell his name. When he started walking around the house spelling out “B-L-I-P-P-I” I knew he was more than ready to figure out his own name. He washes his hands really well thanks to your method of saying Blippi over and over again really fast. He also says silly things like “that’s ‘BOAT-iful'” that I wondered about before realizing weeks later that he got it from you.
My kid loves you Blippi, but things are just getting too serious.
It’s becoming an addiction. You are a YouTube star, which means your episodes can easily loop over and over until the end of forever without me really noticing anymore. It’s hard for me to say goodbye, because you have helped me cook dinner, poop alone, and even put the dishes away! For that I thank you.
Last night we turned off the TV in the middle of my kid watching an episode about kayaks and you would think we had physically hurt him! There was screaming, shouting and stomping…it was bad. Any other show seems to have less effect on him. I don’t know what it is about you Blippi but it’s time for a detox. We have to break up.