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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Give me the remote!

Did I just enter the Twilight Zone? Nope, my kids are just growing up. So, picture this: I’m lounging on the couch after Anna’s ENT follow-up appointment and gazing at the television through barely open lids when Anna says, “I don’t want to watch this.” It didn’t matter to her that I was watching the boob tube; she didn’t even look my way. She grabbed the remote – the one I just taught her how to use – and changed to PBS to watch Arthur.

“Yup, that’s better,” the 3-year-old child said… or something like that. I was too tired for my mouth to hang open so I just closed my eyes and thought, “What is the world coming to?”

I sent a text to my oldest, 19-year-old Amber, and told her about it along with some other stuff her baby sister had been doing and she says something like, ‘I don’t think I’m ready for this.’  LOL

With the television/remote incident forgotten, Anna and I leave to pick up her other siblings from the afterschool program. After snacks, bathroom time and clothes changes, I go into the kitchen to begin dinner with my ear to the television, which I can clearly see from where I stand. I turn my back for a second and turn around just in time to see my son, 7-year-old Andre, plop down on the couch, prop his foot up on the couch, grab the remote and turn to the Disney channel.

“Hey!” I shooed him out of the room and indignantly changed the channel. Humph! I control the remote in this house.

Yea, right… uh, I think I may think about putting the extra cable box in my son’s room. Right after I figure out how to block channels.

In the meantime, someone better get me the remote!

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