After months of exclusively watching Postman Pat, the same 13 episodes on Netflix, I finally decided that I would like something else just as much: Curious George. At first Mom and Dad just read me the books, but then I convinced them that watching it on the “big TV” was acceptable. As a result, Curious George is on my mind a lot.

Case in point:

Me: “Where’d Daddy go?”

Mom: “He went to the movies with a friend.”

Me: “The man with the yellow hat?”

Case in point:

I didn’t want to wear the large sombrero at Fiesta Time while they sang Happy Birthday to me — UNTIL — Mom told me it was a big hat. “The man with the yellow hat?”, “Yes, just like the man with the yellow hat.” she said. I’m beginning to think she lied.

Case in point:

The nurse giving me my shots at my 2-year appointment was wearing Curious George scrubs. I quickly forgot about how shots are supposed to hurt and told her everything I knew. Including my best Donald Duck impression (ask my Granda).

Case in point:

“I’m a good little monkey”