I'm jealous because I tried really hard to make him happy this morning. I tried playdough and silly songs that involve marching and hand gestures, and then I tried a book about dinosaurs, and cars that wind up, and I even busted out colorful cereal. Nothing. Nothing worked. He kept dragging me to the TV, or bringing me the remote. And I fought it, because TV IS NOT BETTER THAN MOMMY.
Only, you know what? Sometimes it is. And that makes me want to throw it out a window.
I dare you to try to find logic in getting angry to the point of electronicide over something I have complete control over, if I would just spend less time in front of it myself.
I'm giving him an hour. the last half of Sesame Street and a full episode of Curious George. And then I'm going in with the big guns: the park. If the park doesn't do it, I don't know what will. I just don't know.
Don't worry, Computer. This isn't about you. Our love could never grow cold. Just keep the boy out of it.
P.S. TV, I still want to thank you for last night's episode of LOST. You've bought yourself some time with that one.