I don't like SpongeBob SquarePants. Quite a number of years ago, when Emma Jane was 3 or 4, I turned on an episode and was offended by something. I can't remember what. I don't remember what offended me but I remember finding the cartoon objectionable and thinking it was inappropriate for her to watch. I turned it off.
And apparently I hold grudges against cartoons because I have never given him another chance. That is unlike me. I sometimes try pickles just to see if I like them yet. I still don't. So whenever SpongeBob would come on the station we were watching I would turn it. I do not believe that I ranted or raved about my dislike. After all, I really can't remember why I disliked it so. But apparently my kids have heard the message loud and clear.
Today as Lucy was on the up swing of her illness and I was just on the rapid decent into mine, I laid down for a nap. I turned on Nick Jr. and told her to come get me if she needed anything. Max and Ruby were on. What a sweet show.
I must have fallen deep into sleep because it took me several times of her saying Mommy, Mommy for me to focus on what she was saying. She said, "Mommy, I need you." I said, "What do you need baby?" She said, "I need you to turn the channel." I told her that I couldn't make it to the living room as bad as I was feeling at the moment and could she just be happy with what was on.
With a pitiful, still scratchy, voice she squeaked out, "But SpongeBob is on the TV and I don't know how to change the channel." I smiled into my pillow and said, "It's okay baby...you can watch it this time."
About 20 minutes later I woke up to see her sitting in the chair beside my bed. She was sucking her thumb and had been crying. When I saw that she had been crying I jumped out of bed and knelt down in front of her and asked her what was wrong. She said, "You need to go to the hospital." I told her that I would be okay that I didn't need to go to the hospital.
She said, "But you must be REALLY SICK, because you let me watch SpongeBob!"