These days our house has been full of the lilting lyric of underwriting announcements from PBS Kids.
Bud's echolalia has advanced to the point where he now adopts the form and syntax of memorized speech, but pulls out salient nouns, verbs, proper names, etc. to make what he's saying fit the situation he's in. Some of these constructs are exceedingly complex, so "One day in Teletubbie land, all of the Teletubbies were very busy when suddenly a big raincloud appeared," becomes "One day in Bud's house, Mama and Bud were very busy when suddenly Daddy appeared" - this, instead of "Daddy's home."
Anyway, lately everything has been "brought to us by" or "made possible by" something. So I picked him up from preschool and he greeted me at the door with "School was made possible by a ready-to-learn grant from the U.S. Department of Education, the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and by contributions from viewers like you. Thank you."
Another day last week, virtually everything - Zoboomafoo, lunch, bathtime, Black Car - was brought to us by "the makers of Danimals yogurt."
That night he climbed into bed with a heavy sigh and said, "Mama, I love the makers of Danimals yogurt."
Who says public television is commercial-free?