Do you think she is addicted?

The Little Princess was playing happily quietly in the living room leaving me to nurse my morning coffee and hope that sometime soon, my brain wakes from this fog that Monday morning always seems to bring when all of a sudden mayhem breaks out.

There is yelling and dancing and laughing and all sorts of loud celebrating. Has she suddenly discovered the secret stash of Chocolate that mommy has been hiding? Has she discovered that there is going to be a kids free day McDonalds?

No, no, nothing nearly that monumental, instead she has discovered that Dora the Explorer, the child zombie maker, has come on television. This you understand is cause for great celebration.

Now never mind that she could watch this show any one of 4 times it comes on in a day. Never mind that this is the same episode that she saw on Tuesday and again on Thursday. Nope, the little spanish kid has spoken and all children everywhere must gather to watch her talk too loudly to her map, backpack and that monkey red rubber boots.

Apparently she is the last bastian of all things good and wonderful in the world and she must be listened to very closely, very quietly, very intently for the entire time she is on. What does she do to my child that she is capable of doing that which I can only dream of, keeping her still for more than 3 seconds?

Well tune in next time when we discuss the voodoo powers of a little blue mutt.