Don’t read this blog post either

Oh how ironic!!

Irony.  Coincidence.  They both leave us in wonderment and this morning I was left in utter wonderment.

One week after I posted my “Don’t Read This Blog Post” post, I am confronted with the idea of ‘Don’t’ in a way I would never imagine.

Pickles woke up this morning with a craving for DVD’s.  ”Donall” she said pointing to the TV.  Oh not again I thought.  I can only be subjected to Mickey Mouse Playhouse so many times in one week before I start acting like a Duck.  The theme tune is already haunting me, I thought.  ”Donall” I heard again.  So with my tool box of ‘distraction techniques’ I went to the DVD cupboard and let Pickles choose one to watch.

My distraction worked I chuckled as she pulled out a DVD that had no ducks and no mice.  Its called Sing and Sign.  A DVD we bought over a year ago but had rarely watched.  ”Good choice” I said to Pickles.  ”You sit on the couch with your toast and Mummy will put it on”.

NOTE:  In case you haven’t read my first post on this topic, you can read it here… Don’t Read This Blog Post.

Now I have to admit, the few times I had played this for her previously was when I was desperate to get the washing done or to clean the kitchen or do some other Stepford Wife type job, so I was generally out of the room.  I knew she loved the DVD thanks to the catchy tunes.  Needless to say a few minutes in, I was in shock.

I stopped in the kitchen, hand grasping the bag in my hand and let out a big “NO WAY”.  I turned to face the TV and my jaw hit the ground.  I had totally forgotten about this little number.  I stood there with a bemused grin, giggling a wicked little laugh to myself.

These are the lyrics:

Don’t wipe your nose on the sofa
Don’t shut your fingers in the door
You shouldn’t, you mustn’t, you can’t touch that
And Don’t leave that biscuit on the floor

Here’s a childs interpretation:

Wipe my nose on the sofa
Shut my fingers in the door
I shouldn’t, I mustn’t, I can’t touch that
And do leave that biscuit on the floor

!?!?

I just had to laugh.

I know I have a passionate relationship with not saying the word Don’t and I try, try, try not to say it to Pickles but here I was listening to it in lyrical form, on a DVD, a teaching aid for children no less. The irony of it.  An entire song dedicated to saying the word Don’t.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I love the sing and sign idea and the DVD really is good but “What are you teaching these kids” I grumbled, “And what are you teaching the parents?”

So out came the same pair of cranky pants I wore when I wrote the last ‘Don’t’ post and as I pulled them onto each leg, I grabbed my invisible mobile phone, phoned Scotty and beamed the DVD up into the Star Trek Universe.