Sponge Bob Squarepants

Somehow, somewhere, my son found Sponge Bob Squarepants. At first he called him "Boo-Bob", and forget him saying anything about the shape of his pants. But as his speech has improved he's finally to the point where he says "Ponge-Bob Sarepants", and we know what he's talking about. (We are always happy when we figure out what the hell he is saying. It makes us feel less stupid than usual.) We even bought Zane some pajamas with that happy yellow face on them.

Zane ONLY likes the opening song, however. Initially he stood transfixed, mouth hanging open, while the sailor picture sang of Spongbob's absorbency. Eventually he started dancing along to the song, and now he knows the general tune and some of the words. So he makes my husband sing it with him as we are putting on his jammies.

"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....lives in a pineapple under the sea?" And yes, my son with apparently the most powerful lungs in the universe, holds that opening note for what seems like hours. My husband tries to stay with that note, brave man that he is.

I told him that a blue face on a man just isn't that attractive.