The other day as my daughter sat watching the show her older brother was nearby researching bird calls with his new Bird Watchers app. He’d been asking for it for months. I finally relented and now live in a constant state of, “Is that a bird in my house?! No, it’s just the app. Man that sounds real. Oh my god, maybe there IS a bird in my house.”
While he was busy with his virtual flock, Avery enjoyed her favourite Max and Ruby episode. If you know the show, you’ve maybe seen Louise’s Secret? I used to chuckle because I had a friend named Louise and I’d say, “Ha! I bet Louise has a few secrets!” It was funny until Louise and I had a falling out and now she hates me. Now the episode is more of a painful reminder than a chuckle really.
What’s my point? Oh yes, the plot of this episode. Louise has a secret to tell Ruby on the phone, but Max keeps interrupting with his obnoxiously loud toys (how Ruby never loses her sh*t on him, I don’t know). Ruby finally gives up and goes to listen on the upstairs phone, but Max hangs up before she can hear the secret.
Ruby is clearly disappointed about missing the juicy tidbit. Admittedly, I am too. Seriously, with all the build up it was bound to be something rather scandalous. (I’m clearly suffering from Real Housewives Of Vancouver withdrawal).
At the end of the episode Avery said, “No secret. Ruby sad.”
Her brother looked up from his birds and said, “Well, they shouldn’t have been gossiping in the first place.”
Oooh, snap! He’s been listening to his mama rant about ‘toxic gossip’ and a recent Karma Kleanse. I’d better be careful what I say around that boy; it’s not just birds he’s watching… he’s also watching (and listening to) me!