Over the past few months Braden has discovered the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He plays with the figurines, pretends to be Donatello at the Mall, eats pizza and refuses to do anything he believes a turtle wouldn't do.
As a side note, I'm not sure if I'm proud or ashamed but I can sing along to the theme song in it's entirety. Go ahead, try, you know you want to.
That was fun wasn't it. You are so going to be humming that all day now.
Yesterday we stumble across an April action figure and snatch her up just as quick as we can because well we wouldn't want to NOT have an April. Seriously what kind of parents would we be if we didn't make sure our son had an April action figure? This morning Braden asks me to play with him and hands me April so he can be Donatello. Not the action figure mind you but actually pretend to be Donatello while I followed him around with the April action figure. (I'm just relieved I didn't have to dress up in a yellow jump suit.)
At one point I look down and take a good look at April and this is what I see.
That hair, that outfit, those plastic boobs...
...um, those eyes.
She looks like a crazed lunatic from the 80's.
She looks strangely familiar actually. I'm pretty sure she was on the last season of Rock of Love.
Uh, Bret, I think I found the girl that fell off the bus.