I've seen the episodes so many times that sometimes I dream about them: Caillou, Dora, and Max & Ruby (my personal favourite).
The Treehouse gang visits our household daily, at times when I need to cook/nap/use the computer. These trusted friends have occupied my kids through years of inclement weather days and busy mom moments.
Except for now. These benign and playful characters have been replaced with someone large, green and ominous. For a couple of weeks now, my Baby (who's four) has come home from school and said, "Mummy, can I watch Hulk?" Thanks to Netfilx, the jade giant is readily available in multiple incarnations.
And man, does she watch it, with an intense focus that I have previously not seen.
"Mummy, how does he become strong?"
"Mummy, She-Hulk is Hulk's cousin. She has beautiful black hair."
"Mummy, can I watch more Hulk?"
My husband and I were trying to figure out the appeal of Hulk to this tutu-wearing, girly-girl. The new fixation is such a contrast to her other TV preferences (pretty, fuzzy or princessy).
We decided that it must be Hulk's incredible transformative abilities: In our house, my Baby is the smallest, the most fragile and the one most subject to the decisions of her older brother and sister. Perhaps, she admires Dr. Bruce Banner's ability to transcend his own weakness and face his foes with incredible strength and power?
Maybe we are overanalyzing this, but I think my girl secretly wants to BE the Incredible Hulk.