Bluey

I started watching cartoons with Burt because they were colorful with plots that were easy to follow. The default mode for him is to misinterpret much of the action anyway.

His “favorites” like Law and Order were too complex. And for my two-cents too violent. I worry about how he’s processing events on Columbo.

We watch some old sitcoms, although there too he’s not always on top of what’s doing. He loves The Three Stooges. Yes. Violent slapstick, but nobody gets hurt (except arguably Curly).

May I digress a moment: last weekend he was watching his “boys” hit each other over the head while I was on the phone with his daughter. She said it was good to hear him laugh. “He’s got a great laugh.”

Lots of the cartoons we started with, like Tom and Jerry, were slapstick and  full of (cartoonish) violence. Then along came Bluey.

Not only do they tell sweet stories, but the voices are all so pleasant.

In truth, when asked if he’d like me to put on the cartoons, Burt always says, “I’ll always watch them with you.”

And as with all things, Lewy, some days he’s more attentive than others.