My two living children adore this show. In fact, one of my Lilith’s first words was Marshall. Aiden plays it all the time at school with his friends and it is the first thing Lilith asks for when she has TV time.
I get the premise but it is totally not based on reality. Where in this world would you find such an incompetent bunch of adults that are completely reliant on a 10-year-old and a bunch of juvenile dogs.
How did Captain Turbot become a captain? Did he steal the boat and proclaim himself captain?
How on earth does a chicken be deputy mayor? Surely Chickaletta would poop in that handbag.
The merchandising has also gone crazy. Granted we have every version of the soft toys and all the cars ever produced but there is so much other stuff out there too. They even do full party sets with plates, cups, bowls, decorations and filled party bags.
I don’t know if my Milo would have liked Paw patrol but I guess he would have been subjected to it even if he hated it.
This weekend is the start of the scrabble for school places. Anxious parents are awaiting an email or a positive log in to their respective council website.
Monday morning (very early) there will be tears of both joy and sadness. Some parents will be going to bed with a satisfied smile on their face while others will be thinking of how to start battle command to get their child into the school they believe they should be in.
I can sit back and watch this scramble and know that while I should be in there with them, I am glad that it is not something I have to deal with for another 2 years.
My Milo would probably not have even gone to school, or if he did it would be a special school so I wouldn’t be involved in the scrum for the oversubscribed schools.
I do feel sad that another milestone has passed without him but I can’t be too sad. Now, the first day of school and all the obligatory photos in front of a door with shining shoes and sightly oversized uniform will make me sob.