Fatshionista. Spreading Fat Acceptance, Feminism and Social Justice with a sparkly flame thrower. I love puppies and kittens and punk and grunge and comics and sci-fi and rainbows and unicorns. Oh and I have an obsession with foxes. And the less popular, largely misunderstood 'possum. Really just all the animals except spiders. And I'm a proud Mommy in the process of coaching my daughter in the fine art of bad-assery so she never takes an ounce of crap from anyone.

Please won’t you be my neighbor?

My daughter was watching this cartoon of a stripey orange little tiger in a red cardigan singing “won’t you be my neighbor” and: 

Me: *gasps and nearly tears up* Ohmygodthat’sdaniel!!

Her: Yeah…how do you know that?

Me: *pauses her show* Well, a long time ago, when Mommy was little, there was this man named Mr. Rogers and he wore a sweater like that and sang that song and Daniel Tiger and the king and queen and Prince Wednesday were all puppets and the trolley and castle and everything were little toys for the puppets…

And my daughter was just like…


(pic from thelaughingstork.com)

puppets you say…

  1. lovely-lace-and-fishnets posted this
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