I’m not sure if I’ve told you about this yet, but I am kind of addicted to the television. I throw huge temper tantrums when the TV is off and I can’t get someone to turn it on. This went on for a good while before I heard Mom tell Dad that she was going to give in. At first, Dad told me that he wouldn’t negotiate with terrorists. I kind of think that he was referring to the fact that when I didn’t get my way I would push Riley over or hit him on the head or steal his pacifier. But after a while of that, Mom said that this was not a fight that anyone was going to win, so she started turning on the television whenever I wanted her to. And I mean whenever…
First thing in the morning, I would run over the TV, tap the screen, and say ‘this! this!’ And she’d turn it on. After one movie was over, I’d go downstairs and throw a tantrum because the TV down there was off. And guess what? She’d turn that one on too! This went on for almost a month. I only had a few things that I watched-Monsters vs Aliens (an oldie but goodie), Finding Nemo, and Cars. But I loved them all and since I felt that I had really outgrown Dora and Diego, it was movies for me.
But once I’d seen each movie about a gazillion times, something happened. I didn’t ask to have the TV turned on so much. And when it was on, I would no longer stare at it like a thirsty man seeing water for the first time. I’d wander away and play with something in my room or in the library. When I realized that the movie was still on, I’d run into the TV room and the movie would be over. And that was just OK with me. So now, I have a more limited amount of television each day and it’s working well for everyone.
I heard Mom say that she was hoping that if I was able to watch my movies all the time then I would get sick of them. I guess it worked. Don’t tell her that, though.
Although maybe she should feel good about it, as this is one hurdle down and only a gazillion more to go.
Emmett out.
