Okay, so obviously I shouldn’t let Jack watch TV all afternoon, especially not on a warm sunny day. I had a meeting, one I couldn’t just pretend to listen to (I don’t seem to have many of those anymore), so I got him his lunch, strapped him into the high chair, and turned on the TV. He was happy, I was working, and all was well. When my meeting ended, I cleaned him up and put him down on the floor. Before I even reached my hand out to the remote to turn off the TV, Jack ran across the living room, grabbed the armchair pillow, dragged it into the middle of the rug, and plopped himself down, giggling excitedly.
It feels cruel to turn the TV off when he’s so adorable and into it. I mean, I did it anyway, and we all lived to tell the tale, but he was so happy.