I’m well aware that exposing babies to television will make them serial killers (or something like that) but despite this, I’ve spent quite a bit of time encouraging my nearly two year old to watch TV.
I’m in survival mode people. I just need 15 minutes now and then to, you know, wee and wash myself and forage for dinner. Alright!? Don’t look at me like that.
After months of effort he’s finally agreed that kids TV is pretty cool. We’re at almost 10 straight minutes of sitting still. Hallelujah!
But now I’m facing a different dilemma. While I knew I was stunting his growth and turning him into a corn cob, I didn’t know I’d also be subjecting us to a trip down Acid Drop Lane. So now, instead of mopping weetbix encrusted floorboards, I find myself sitting on the floor next to him, in a daze, thinking WHAT THE FUCK IS ON MY TV?