To my chagrin, one of T's favorite TV shows is Teletubbies. Not that there is anything overtly annoying or damaging about them (I've gotten over the creepy baby face in the sunshine - why do I find that creepy?) but they aren't using recognizable language and even though his development is delayed, he's certainly beyond the concepts they teach on the show. But they have big calm faces and are brightly colored and hey, it's a gentle enough show and he finds it absolutely mesmorizing and entertaining.
In a slightly nutty moment, I danced along with one of the Teletubby dances in the kitchen the other day while T ate his snack. Usually nothing can avert his attention from the screen when the Teletubbies are on, but he realized I was doing something silly and watched. The look of absolute delight and amazement he had was worth any silliness or embarassment I felt for dancing with the Teletubbies. He grinned and watched me, then looked at the TV (Yep, by gosh, she's doing what they're doing!) and looked back again - another little connection, another little magical moment.