The little girl was mesmerized. She could not take her eyes off the stage. If they were aliens, she would have gone with them. As I sat and watched her, I wondered how such a privileged child will make it in the world of boring public school. I mean, seriously. When you've been to your first rock concert at the tender age of 23 months along with your parents and grandparents, sitting and reading and listening to a monotone teacher might not be easy for you to endure. And I am worried. I am worried that she will get turned off and not love school. Like me. I hated school. I did not like the competition. I did not like being quiet and I certainly did not like having to follow rules, rules, rules, all day long. And so now I am retired and for the first time in my life, I can do what I want and when.I hope my granddaughter will have the majority of her life, doing what she loves and doing it when she wants to do it. . . .
But, on to the show. The characters are simple androgenous (for the most part) beings that sing and dance and repeat, repeat, repeat. If anything, most of the messages are good ones - don't be afraid. Hug someone! Love the world. Maybe I could add a few for their repertoire - stop crying! Sleep all night! Love everyone everyday! Stop whining! Yeah, tell those writers at Yo Gabba Gabba this grandma has lots to tell them. Yep, lots! They do a good job keeping the children's interests and they have a corner on the souvenir market as well.
