Evan Hearts TV

Evan came home pretty bored after spending a week in Troy with his cousins, Lincoln and Ada. While visiting there, he had more time-outs than he's had in an entire month-- this wasn't because he and Lincoln were doing anything terribly bad, but rather because when in each other's company their ability to listen and follow directions decreases by at least 85%. Example: when playing "cleaning" in Grandma Patty's laundry room, Aunt Amy told them, "Boys, keep the door open if you're going to play in there." What did they do? Looked at Amy, and then slammed the door in her face. Amy put Lincoln in a time-out, and Evan volunteered himself to have one, too. The rest of the week continued in much the same manner.

Since we've been home, Evan's basically wanted to have "bop, babies, and a show." This means he sits on his blue couch, holding his dearly-beloved baby bear and Pound Puppy, watching whatever happens to be on Nick Jr., sucking on his pacifier. It's a cute sight, but I don't want him to veg out all the time. So, I'll usually turn off the show after awhile and suggest playing something together, like music, or hot cars, or art. He'll usually go along with whatever activity I suggest. This wasn't the case yesterday.

Evan asked, "Mom, I see a show?" so many times that I finally replied, "No, Evan. If you ask to see a show again, I'm going to throw it in the garbage." Smart kid that he is, he stated, "No, Mom. It's too big." He then went on to identify several other reasons why I couldn't throw out the TV: "It's too windy, Mom. It's too wet outside."

What can I say? He's pretty observant, and makes some really valid points.

I'm hoping attending Summer Camp will cure some of this emphasis on wanting to watch TV.