“Convos With My 2-Year-Old” Becomes Viral Sensation. Here’s Why!
They are great. I am not referring to actual conversations with my 2-year-old, because about 87 percent of the time, there is nothing great about those. In fact, they can be quite maddening. I am talking about the viral video series “Convos With My 2-Year-Old,” where two grown men have a conversation – one of them playing the role of the other’s actual 2-year-old. THESE are the conversations that I am referring to.
I was hooked within in the first 10 seconds of the video of the first video, when it opens with the first few beats of a cute piano solo playing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” and then sounds like a 2-year-old hits all the keys at once. Genuis. Just genius. Because that is an excellent audio representation of what it is like to live with an actual 2-year-old – everything is going nicely…until it’s not.
In that first episode the father/husband comes home and asks his wife what she wants to do for dinner, and from around the corner appears a fully-grown man, holding a little doll and wearing a pink barrette who says, “NO. You can’t talk to her right now.”
Dad says, “What?”
And 2-year-old grown man says, “You can’t talk to her right now because I am talking to her right now.”
And Dad responds with, “Ah…okay…well…that’s my wife, and I can talk to my wife whenever I want to talk to my wife. And she can talk to me whenever she wants to talk to me.”
And 2-year-old grown man says, “No. She’s not your wife. She is the princess.”
Cut to the wife sitting on the couch, looking as if she is a hostage in a stand-off situation, and is trying to do anything in her power to avoid agitating the hostage-take…um, I mean 2-year-old…and then the wife says, “I’m the princess right now.”
Watch the video here:
Now I am not going to give you a play by play of all these wonderfully comforting videos, but I will tell you that I found myself feeling a lot less alone and a lot more normal when I watched them.
Here’s the thing, as parents, we are told to fear the terrible twos and for me, that conjured up visions of tantrums, complete with kicking and screaming and biting. But the little memo that I missed is that this is NOT what makes the twos so terrible my friend. No, no.
What makes the twos so terrible is the mental anguish a 22-pound human being can inflict on you at will, without a moment’s notice. Things that seem innocuous can and WILL cause a power struggle. And as a parent, this really can force you to feel like you are a hostage in your own life.
And you are. I don’t remember the last time I was able to have a conversation with another adult, in the presence of my daughter that did not result in her saying, “STOP. STOP TALKING MOMMY. I NEED TO TALK.”
But when I stop talking, she says nothing – or strings a bunch of nonsensical words together, just for effect.
It is maddening.
And if she is quietly playing in the living room while I am making dinner, and I peak in to check on her, and she catches me – a little bit of sweat trickles down my neck because I know that I just triggered a crazy request for anything from cookies to popsicles to a trip to the playground. And saying no, means that I will be preparing the rest of our meal to the tune of a whine. A loud, grating whine.
Oh – are you thinking I should put an end to that whining? Great idea. I tried that last week when we went to run errands before we hit the playground – not the order of things that Ellie had in mind. And let me tell you something, when my daughter commits to an idea, she commits. And the whining will not end until she achieves her goal. Period.
Most of the time I tune it out, but the other day, it was humid and I was a hot, crabby, mess, and a whining two-old was not the soundtrack I wanted for my life at that moment. So after 15 minutes of full-on, committed whining, I said, loudly and firmly, “ELLIE! Enough! If you whine, you don’t get anything – no playground, no popsicles, nothing! Hear me?”
And you know what happened? She stopped whining and started crying, “Mommmmmmmy is so mean!!!! You hurt my ears when you yell at me!!!!! My ears hurt!!! Don’t hurt me!!!”
And then I explained to her that I wasn’t yelling and that she hasn’t actually ever heard me yell, but if she keeps it up, it will be very hard to avoid doing exactly that. And in there, in that crazy conversation I am having with an irrational toddler, is the genius in “Convos With My 2-Year-Old”. Because if I were having that exact same conversation with an adult it would sound absolutely ludicrous.
I really hope they keep cranking out the episodes. If the producers need any script inspiration, they should really, really call me.