In a recent article about the upcoming Kratt Brothers’ show on Bainbridge Island, a reporter for a local paper here wrote the following when pointing out which Kratt Brother moms believe is the “cute one:”
“…and this is said to be the subject of much contemplation on lonely afternoons at the ironing board…”
Boy, did he get that right! Nothing fills my afternoon daydreams when I stand at the ironing board like fantasizing about hosts of children’s tv shows, particularly when they frequently fall into pools and streams and get soaking wet on those shows. Right after I send my children out to play in the street, pop a little helper, and untangle my pearls, my mind can’t help but wander as I press out my dear, hard-working, bread-winning husband’s tidy whities and scrub out that ring around the collar ’til it’s glistens. Even as I stir up another glass of Tang, perked up with a little something extra just for flavor, while I wait for my apple brown betty to bake, in the glass I see the faces of the Kratt Brothers (why rule out one when there are two?), Joe of Blues Clues and Mr. Noodle of Sesame Street. Why, some days, they are the only things keeping me going. After all, I can’t own property in my own name and my husband won’t let me have the checkbook since I have been “bad” in the past. And all the girls agree about those Kratt Brothers. We discussed it on bridge night, right after we swapped casserole recipes, mixed up a pitcher of vodka gimlets, and compared sewing patterns (not necessarily in that order).
[This post can also be found at Bainbridge Breezes.]