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Handy Manny

These days, I watch a lot more kids' TV and cartoons than I ever did as a child. For weeks now, one of my favourites has been Handy Manny.

Handy Manny is a helpful guy with a box of lively tools and a handful of quirky neighbours. His thing is fixing things. And teaching a few words of Spanish (of course).

I have to admit, I developed a little bit of a cartoon crush. His voice is smooth like butter, he's one of the most helpful guys around, and he can fix anything!

This weekend I was chatting with my sister & sister-in-law and discovered two things. Well, three, actually.

1. They both know the show. My nephew loves it too. We have similar tastes in a lot of things. We also love the same songs on RockBand...

2. My brother-in-law goes by Manny at work, and the joke is that he is Handy Manny... When I admitted my cartoon crush, my sister jumped in, "Sorry, he's taken!" And I've got to say, my brother-in-law is a bit like Handy Manny. Helpful, gentle, quick to laugh and lend a hand. He's a good sort of man.

3. Handy Manny's voice is the voice of Wilmer Valderra. Or Fez from That 70's Show. 

Here's Handy Manny, for those of you without children. Can you hear a little bit of Fez?

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  1. Ariana12:09 PM

    Frankly that looks adorable. I find kids shows strangely soothing at times... reminds me of cuddling with my niece and nephews, maybe.

    I think the hammer of my favourite. His nose is so big and flat!

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