A third season of Bluey is in production, and looks set to elevate the show to even greater heights. Nevertheless, each new season sounds like an absolute production marathon. There are 52 episodes per season, and each episode takes five months to create. As such, Brumm’s day is split into tiny chunks, where he has to oversee a number of episodes in any of their 14 stages of production while simultaneously writing the bulk of the episodes. Generating new stories is becoming an uphill struggle. Brumm has two daughters, who were the age of Bluey and Bingo when the show was conceived, and formed the basis of the characters. But they are older now, and their day-to-day lives are getting further and further from Bluey’s. ‘It is getting harder to write, because four and six-year-olds are so different from eight and ten-yearolds,’ he says. ‘It’s harder for me to see through their eyes. I feel like every time I start to understand a new phase, my kid’s already left it and is starting a new stage. I feel like, if I had a kid now, I could just sort that kid right out.’ Using your own words as far as possible, identify the challenges Brumm faces when making a new series of Bluey. You should make five key points in your answer
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