Kid is all about SpongeBob, I am sad to say. I am sure it happened when I was out.
What’s worse, she is all about the commercials in between the eleven minute segments of show.
“I want that!” “I want that!”
“Can I have that for my second birthday?!” (All I can figure is her latest (4th) birthday made such an impact, she was reborn; ergo, the next birthday would be…..)
I was so sick of her exuberant requests that I said I’d change the channel if she asked for anything, ever again. Haha, I smugly thought to myself. That’ll teach ‘er! Uh-huh, oh yeah, high five me.
Shortly after my announcement, she once again requested the item on the screen, and I changed the channel.
Ha! Take that!
But, since she didn’t like C-SPAN, she said, “I want that!”
Which meant that if I stuck to my word, I had to change the channel. So I did. Not interested in QVC, she immediately yells, “I want that!”
So, I changed the channel.
You see where this is going.
My early morning, not well-thought-out, only one mug of green tea retort resulted in my transformation into her personal channel-changer.