That would be me, who for the entire ride to school this morning put on an improvised episode of “Calliou”, complete with voices (I’m a dead ringer for Calliou; I do a passable dad, and all the puppets; my “kind old lady” narrator needs work, and I have no sense for the mom). Every two minutes I would start to hum the theme song, indicating that the show was over. Then I’d look back at the girls who would smile a wry, wiley smile and say “It’s not over, yet…back to the backyard…back to Calliou…now the kids sing a song…”
dance, monkey, dance…
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