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You remember growing up, right? Back in the day a television was a luxury staple, and we had an old 21 inch-er with two dials and an analog antenna to grab the local stations. It sat in the living room and we would watch it in the evening, and occasionally during the day we viewed VHS copies of classic Disney films. It was simple, it was life. Fast-forward twenty years later and technology is everything, everywhere, all the time. It almost seems impossible to exist without our cell phones, computers, internet and television, and I’m sure many have wondered how they ever could have lived back in our childhood times without all these marvelous things. I always knew that when I had kids that I would not make it easy for them to have technology. I didn’t have my own computer, and I certainly did not have my own TV. Hell, I didn’t even have a CD player until I was in high school and a cell phone until college! I wanted things to be the same for my kids; I didn’t want them getting killed in Technology’s Siren Song. Rudy had a different take on it. He wanted them to have technology to make things easier and more accessible. He wanted them to have computers so they could do school work, cell phones so we could keep in touch with them…and television so they could be entertained in their room while he watched his own shows in the living room. I was not down with this idea, not remotely, not even at all. Nonono. But after awhile, you really just get sick of hearing the complaining. So I finally said OK, give them a damn TV. And really, at first, it was exactly that: OK. The kids would watch Spongebob, Dora, and their learning DVDs, and it didn’t seem to distract from anything. They would play and the TV would be like background noise to their creativity. But then, all of a sudden, it changed. Afton has become completely obsessed with the TV. If one of her shows isn’t on, she flips out. If we turn off the TV for nap or bedtime, she flips out. She even wakes up in the middle of the night screaming because the TV is off. She has even figured out how to turn on the TV and DVD player and even switch her DVDs, which has led to me unplugging the machines when it’s time for sleep. But that didn’t help. At first it did. She knew there was no way she could sneak some TV time if it was unplugged and she would go to sleep. But then came the screaming in the middle of the night, which eventually turned into screaming at bedtime, which eventually turned into not going to sleep until 2am nonsense. Seriously. I was over it. SO OVER IT. So you know what I did? I flippin’ stormed into their room and removed the whole damn lot. After that, Afton cried for about five minutes and then all was quiet. Guess who isn’t getting a TV back, ever? Yes, that’s correct. And when I told Rudy that there was no way in hell they were getting that TV back, I think he could tell by my voice that it was best not to attempt to disagree in any way, shape, or form. Good boy. I told him so many times that giving them a television would be bad news, and I was right. I was right! I freaking told you so! Karly: 1; Rudy: 0 Huzzah! Take a moment to check out my new shop!