The nice part about the fact that Bud still prefers commercial-free preschool-oriented television is that his echolalic scripts are entirely free from the impertinent backtalk you'd hear in the shows his peers are watching - Rugrats, SpongeBob, and even Disney movies. Sure, sometimes it means we hear the baby talk of the Teletubbies and Oobi. But sometimes, like this holiday weekend, it means he's far more polite that the average seven-year-old boy - even when he's disagreeing with us.
I'm not sure of the source of this particular set of scripts (Charlie and Lola, perhaps? Curious George?), but I'm finding them delightful. Here's a sampling of a few of our recent exchanges:
"Come on, Bud. Let's go upstairs and get dressed."
"I'm very sorry, Mama, but I'm very busy right now."
"Hey, Bud! There's a really neat parade on tv that has big, giant balloon characters like Snoopy. Do you want to see it?"
"Oh, I'm very sorry, but actually I'm watching Dragon Tales."
"Hey, Bud, your supper is ready!"
"Actually, I think I'd like some potato chips, please."
This phase may not be around too long, since even these fancy words are not yielding him potato chips instead of supper.
But it will be fun while it lasts. Actually.