Yo Gabba Gabba. For you moms out there with little ones, you probably know exactly what and whom I'm talking about. I finally sat down and watched this freakish show with Gun-Gun, just this morning. As I'm watching some funky guy dressed in orange spandex and a hat that looks like he stole it from the Grand Ole Moose Lodge, my son is mesmorized.

The story revolves around the funky orange guy who keeps these little monsters in a box. He's quite the voyeur, looking in on them and taking care of their basic needs (I guess - the show didn't really explain and I had to use my imagination). In this episode, they proceed to entertain us with a song about "a party in our tummy." I think I heard a dirty joke about that once, but that's a different story . Anyhoo, disturbingly enough, the eggs, bacon, toast and fruit all have faces and personalities. The stuff that doesn't get eaten then cries because they can't join the party in the "tummy." Yikes! My son is scared to eat now, afraid that his fruit loops might cry too.

The rest of the episode was dedicated to the love of music and getting the "sillies" out. We even got a quasi-Ska band singing about the joy of bananas...I won't even go there . When they got to the part about how you can use your body to make music, I had to snicker. My kids already have that down between the farting, blowing snot rockets, armpit farts and raspberries, we're quite the musical family.

Ultimately, this show if freakin' bizarre but hey, it entertained Gun-Gun enough that I was able to write this Blog. Keep on truckin' funky orange dude. You're cooler than Barney and not nearly as annoying as Blue and her clues.