Wild Kratts have invaded my house in a big way. It’s okay, because Birdy loves watching them and she learns all this random stuff about animals. (“MOM! The lion’s mane is the same color as the savannah grass,” yelled from her car seat as we’re driving. So I’m learning too, apparently.) She dons her version of a creature power suit and goes leaping all over the basement, pretending to be a lemur or some other critter.
“MOM!! He has a Dexcom!!” she said one morning.
“What’s that?” I asked her, coming over and sitting next to her while she’s watching television.
“Look!” and she points to the screen.
Sure enough, the wrist communicator that the Wild Kratts use to talk to their team back at the Tortuga looks almost exactly like my Dexcom receiver. (Please forgive me, because that whole sentence made complete and absolute sense to me.) See for yourself:
“You’re right, kiddo! That looks a lot like my Dexcom!”
“Aviva. She helps the Wild Kratts by building their creature power suits.”