Miss 3 is obsessed with Dora. It’s not an obsession of my doing.

A bit of context here:

The Top End of the Northern Territory is hot. It’s always hot here. It’s simply a matter of whether it’s hot and humid or hot and dry.

Every. Single. Day. Of. The. Year has forecast temperatures of 33C. Even in the dry season – which is our ‘cool’ season, the overnight minimums rarely dip below 21C.

This past wet season was unseasonably dry and and sunny. It was also very humid, very hot and the UV index was often off the charts even at 5pm. At the Sproglette’s daycare, they monitor the UV index and there were a number of occasions where it was too hot to play outside in the late afternoon after their ‘structured learning’ was complete for the day.

So they sat inside and watched movies. And quite often, Dora was the DVD of choice.

The Sprog has been talking about Dora for a few months now, but I didn’t realise how out of control her obsession was getting until she came home from daycare wearing Dora underwear. Underwear that I most definitely did not purchase for her.

Me: “Where did you get those undies from?”

Sprog: “Kayla leant them to me.”

Me: “Really? Really truly? Does she know you have them?”

Sprog: “YEEEES! She GAVE them to me! They were in her bag and her bag was on the shelf!”

Me: “So she didn’t really GIVE them to you, did she?”

Sprog: “…..”

Sprog: “I LUB Dora!”