Mac says “I go to bed and then watch TV.”
We correct him and say, “NO, first you watch TV and then go to bed.”
He replies “Good idea!” and wins yet another fifteen minute reprieve to watch TV while we slowly figure out we just got conned by a consummate pro.
Other times he will sneak into our bedroom, crawl into our bed and contentedly hang out with his cup of milk watching day-glo cartoons.1
- our little stoner seems especially tripped out by Yo Gabba Gabba! which I don’t think actually teaches anything other than what to do at a rave. [↩]