Holy Kratt.


I have a two-part confession to make.

1. Sometimes I let Archer watch TV -- When Archer is a grumpy bat-out-of-hell SOMETIMES I turn on one of eight zillion TiVo'd Sesame Streets or Zoboomafoo(s) and try and distract him with animals and puppets and the overpriced LCD television I have no idea how to even use correctly. (Men and their TV's, eh?)

"Look, Archer! It's a leaping lemur!"
"Eh!" which means "I don't give a shit."

If you aren't familiar with Zoboomafoo it's on before Sesame Street and it's about two hunky, strong, powerful, animal-loving brothers who run around in cargo shorts and talk to animals.


For many weeks I thought they were the "Crap Brothers" which I thought was a funny name for a couple of television personalities for kids. But it's Kratt. Kratt. (I'm sorry but every time they say "We're the Kratt brothers" I hear "Crap." And then I laugh. And then I remember I am not 7 years-old anymore. And then I feel a little sad. )

2. He Never Watches It But I Do -- I love animal-loving hunks. Like Bill Maher for instance? Any time he says anything about PETA or about animal friendliness I salivate. And now I have a special place in my heart for the Kratt brothers. And I watch them. Sometimes all alone. Running around, chasing lemurs and scrubbing elephant trunks. I laugh at their jokes and I shake my head.

"Oh, brothers. You really did it this time," I say, chuckling. "You crazy Kratts."

Sometimes they trek through the jungle and right into my dreams. Sometimes I can't wait for Archer to misbehave just so I can justify watching them dance with snow leopards.

So strong. So smart. So talented. So my favorite show:



And you know what else? Chris and Martin Kratt are not only teaching children how to love animals but they're teaching mothers like me how to love Cargo shorts. I mean... Who knew my fantasies would be cloaked in khaki?

Khaaaaaaki.

GGC + The Kratt Brothers = Love