According to my Facebook feed, every single parenting forum and mommy blog out there, and the reported 5 hour lines at Disney World, it seems that the current obsession driving mums and dads to distraction around the globe is Princess Anna and her chilly sister.
Not so in this house, I’m afraid. Nope. Here, we are all about the fox. Or more precisely, what the fox says. Or, as Henry demands it, “cupcake fuck say!”. Yes, that.
Ylvis, I don’t know where you have been living for the last 30 years, but they SCREAM, OK? Foxes bloody well scream. It’s blood-curdling, spooky and more than a little spine-chilling when you hear it. And a fox is not your guardian angel – he’s a mangy old beast that roams the streets at night, raiding your dustbins and terrorising the neighbourhood cats.
So, for the love of God, will you please Let it Go. What does the fox say? Something along the lines of “gahhhheeeeeaaaarghhhhhhh”. Much like me, in fact, the 37th time each day that I am asked to play Cupcake Fuck Say on YouTube.
But I know I shouldn’t complain, I’m sure that those of you that go to bed each night muttering “the cold never bothered me anyway” as you lay your weary heads down would kill to replace that ridiculously catchy theme with a quirky spoof from a couple of Norwegian comedians. Just please don’t call the men in white coats when you pass me roaming the aisles in Target, singing “a-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-de-ding-de-ding” as the Pepperlings wave their hands in glee! #100HappyDays