Oobi…oobi, oobi, oobi,oobi,oobi, ooo-ooobi. He’s got alot to see. He’s got alot to do and he’s always with you…
Are you feeling my pain yet? Do have any idea how hard it is to get the damn Oobi song out of my head? For those of you who aren’t parents of small children, you probably are wondering who in the bleeding hell Oobi is. Well, let me tell you. He’s a tv show. Uh-huh. On the Noggin channel. Bet most of you didn’t even know there was such a beast. Yep. The Noggin channel. Great thing- educational kids programs, no commericials. Brilliant. But then came Oobi.
I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself, “Oobi must be some new cartoon.” Bzzzz. Wrong. Oobi. Oh Oobi. He’s a hand. With eyeballs. And he has a sister, Uma. And a GrandPoo. And a best friend named Kako. And they’re all hands. With eyeballs. And an occasional bow or other decorative item. Some of the hands have hair. I’m hoping they’re wigs (they’re about as realistic as William Shatner’s hairpiece…actually, maybe more realistic) Really, it’s not a bad show (although Josh hasn’t shown any interest in sitting down to watch an episode with his daughter) but the song. Ohhh…the song won’t leave my head. It’s all I’ve been able to hum, sing, or mutter for the last week.
Suddenly, now that I’m Brianna’s Mommy, I’m not singing some cool new rap song. Nooooo….I’m singing Oobi. Of course, it could be worse. I could be stuck on the Barney song.