My mother was one of the most avid fans of the (now sadly discontinued) delightful children’s TV show Rolie Polie Olie, and in the days before DVR she videotaped many episodes. We have two long and barely-still-working tapes, which are among our most-treasured heirlooms. Henry recently discovered them and (I should be ashamed to admit) his new-found love for Olie has bought me some much-coveted free time.
One of the tapes ends with about twenty minutes of the Animaniacs, and just now when the tape got to that point, Henry begged me to come see. Pointing to the screen, he said, “I don’t want this channel. This channel’s kinda bad. I want a happy channel–like Olie Polie Olie!”
P.S. Mormon drinking game for this post: for every hyphen, drink a shot of Postum. (Postum is the right choice not just for its Mormon-ness, but for being another instance of something once much-loved and now discontinued.)