Grown Up TV Sucks
I went downstairs, turned on Masterpiece Theatre (yea, that’s right, and I still have my man card) and watched a piece called, My Boy Jack that was getting rave reviews. It is also pledge drive on PBS, so of course there were cut-ins to pledge some cash, so with a run planned at 5am with Buddy, I flipped on the Weather Channel and swept the new hardwoods. As I was in the kitchen and watching the ‘Locals on the 8s‘ and I hear from the living room, behind the French doors:
“I don’t like the weather! Turn something else on!”
I go around the corner and there is Demetrius, sitting on the floor, with a frustrated look on his face. He looks at me, and without even blinking, or realizing that he is in trouble because he is supposed to be in bed, and points at the TV and says:
“Don’t turn it back to that other show! Put on good TV!”
How long he was sitting there, I don’t know, watching the most adult boring shows in the history of American television…hoping that Dad would change it to anything better than those two shows. No luck. Therefore, we need to set Daddy straight….
And Daddy sent him straight back to bed.
He’s a hoot sometimes. I would have thought bed and/or playing in his room if he didn’t want to sleep would be better than what I was watching…but the lure of that big blue box…..