What Happens When Dad Is Not Home
Jed made a rule, after so many dvds were ruined by little hands, that no child could put a dvd in the player without help from an adult. I understood this rule, realized its merit, but the lazy side of me wanted to stay upstairs instead of going down to put on the dvd all the time. So Jed militantly enforced the rule, while I sluggishly enforced it (from my perch upstairs).
Sure, I helped insert plenty of discs, but I may have looked the other way a few times too (may have).
Parley had a friend over and wanted to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with him. He loves the music in the beginning and runs around the room with the volume all the way up. I said he could watch it. He cheered, and then said:
P: "Wait, is Dad here?"
M:"Why don't you want dad here?"
P: "Because then he won't see me put the dvd in by myself!"
That's right, he told me about the rule he planned to break--like it was he and I who had a deal going. So, now I'm off my perch, enforcing the dvd rule. What happened to good old non-scratchable VHS?