If you are a dad — or soon to be a dad, then you have most likely heard the horror stories of television for children. Anything Disney produces is like crack. Once they get a taste, they want more and more until you can not only recite full episodes by memory but you can also animate an entire episode yourself with a pencil, crayon and a few sheets of paper.

But there is a diamond in this rough. Enter They Might Be Giants. I have liked these guys since I was a kid. I grew up listening to them and have gone to more than a couple concerts, so I was pleased to find that while creating their standard fare, they have branched out into the world of children. We have all the albums from No! to Here come the 123s and Here come the ABCs — and even the book Bed Bed Bed. The only one we don’t have is Kids Go! — so I can’t comment on that one.

What makes them great? Well, they have put out enough stuff to make it interesting — and the tunes are terrific. The Wifey (whiff-ey) can’t help but sing along when I am roaming around the house singing “Here on Fibber Island…” or marching off to bed to the beat of “Bed Bed Bed”.

And the best part — they do some of the music for The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (come inside, it’s fun inside) — including the song that permeates my being from being played nearly 24 hours a day — The Hot Dog Song. In the end though, if I have to listen to it a thousand times over, I am glad it’s them and not someone else. I know they don’t want the world — they just want my half.