"Say... you're a lot smaller than my last master." - The Genie from Aladdin
It's a vicious cycle. Little did I know that the simple act of recording a movie that I once enjoyed as a child so that my daughter could also enjoy it, or that giving her a DVD of one of her favorite movies, would be so detrimental - with the emphasis on 'mental.' Little did I know that when Penelope unwrapped "Toy Story 3" on Christmas morning she was also peeling off the final layers of my sanity.
|This image haunts every facet of our lives|
I get it. Children like to watch the same things over and over and over again. Tell me if you've heard that one before. They love the repitition, the familiarity, the security in knowing what's going on and what's going to happen. Fine.
But no one ever talks about what this does to the parents. The parents who are slowly going insane, losing their short-term memory because the dialogue from these movies is replacing the day-to-day details that you need to remember.
|The Genie is indeed a larger than life presence.|
But it's my fault. I chose to record it. I introduced her to it. I am the enabler. That's why it's a vicious cycle.
How do you make it stop?
And I'm being honest here: we don't even let Penelope watch a lot of television. She just watches the same television over and over and over again when we do let her watch.
Regardless, my daughter controls the television. One Sunday afternoon the Jets were playing the Steelers (not the playoff game) and she asked if she could watch Sesame Street and I agreed. Why? Because she hadn't watched any television that day, she was actually asking for Sesame Street and not the Grinch or Toy Story or Aladdin. And the Jets are aggravating, even when they win. So fine. I'm a pushover. And a bad fan.
|When it rains, it pours.|