Handy Manny

Usually when I babysit my nephew, I give him about an hour of cartoon time to get him to stop bugging me keep him entertained. his all-time favorite is Handy Manny. He hears that song at the beginning at he does his penguin waddle into the room, climbs on the couch, and glue his eyes to the television. He likes it so much, he has his own dance for when they sing their “fix it” song. He climbs down the couch and waves his arm while doing a move similar to squats until the song is over and it’s time to climb back on the couch and continue watching. Every once in a while he looks up at me, and if he could talk his words would be “see that? Manny is the shit!” I look back at him and think: Manny is the voice of the same guy who couldn’t get over breast milk because it came from a female boob on That 70’s Show.