When I was 8 years old, some kids on the school bus made fun of me for not knowing what "nanu nanu" meant. I also didn't know why everyone was shaking hands in a split-fingered way. See, my bedtime was a so-unfair 8 p.m., so – somehow -- I was oblivious to "Mork and Mindy."
I told my parents about the kids on the bus. They bought me some rainbow suspenders, but I never got to watch the show until it was in syndication.
So I got a chuckle this weekend when Blake's toddler chattering produced a distinct "nanu nanu." He noticed me laughing, and "nanu nanu" became the phrase of the day. I showed him the Orkan handshake and called him "Mork."
For some reason, when I said, "Mork," he would respond, "Da Da!"
I tried to tell him that his father was not from Ork, but I needed a visual.
I don't know who the people are who have time to post things on YouTube. But I found the "Mork and Mindy" opening theme and played it for Blake.
I have since played it about 4,000 times.
It got us through dinner last night. He ate every bite of turkey burger and green beans. His only protests were when I didn't hit "replay" fast enough.
Since then, "nanu nanu" has gotten a bit tiresome, as Blake screeches and shrieks for more YouTube entertainment. It makes me think about that 8 o'clock bedtime. Genius. Absolute genius.
It occurs to me that our kids knowing who Mork is might be as weird as my not knowing in 1980, but in case you want to give your child a dose of pop culture …
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
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