Zack and Cody

Zack and Cody. 

A month ago, these names meant very little to me.  Oh, how my world has changed.  The Disney Channel has cranked out this little gem of a show, The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, and strategically placed it directly after the morning line up of happy, sweet, problem solving cartoons. For the longest time, my baby boy took no interest in this non-animated nonsense…until he started to recognize that damn theme song.

Within a matter of days, the first guitar riff of that song would cause Parker’s neck to snap to immediate attention and I could sense the little tentacles of his once uninterested mind sucking up every lick of slap-stick, potty humored, laugh-tracked misery.  He is now simply ENAMORED with Zack and Cody.  His eyes are glued to the sceen as he devours every bit of it – the clothes, actions, words, and expressions of those two mop-headed, pre-pubescent, smart ass kids have become the script that he strives to live by.   All day, he walks around muttering things like,  ”I am not doll, I am a producer!”, and “I pledge my wand to thee, Jango Darkblade!”.  Seriously, don’t ask.  He begs for a watch like Zack, a striped sweater like Cody, and simply can’t understand why I won’t let him re-enact the episode where they break a lamp by throwing a football in the hotel.  

Now, I suppose it is a little bit cute.  Endearing, even.  I’m just anxious to get past the mega-obsession stage.  

But in the meantime…

Practice, practice, practice…