Where I have a new favorite tantrum
As one of the (many) reasons of this blog is to preserve those memories which, given time, may depart for forever, I thought I’d share a particularly entertaining tantrum.
We ditched cable a long, long time ago . . . this has its pros and cons.
- Pro: our monthly bills went down by a significant chunk (even after we factored in subscriptions to Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon Prime).
- Con: the kids, now can basically watch whatever they want to watch, whenever they want to watch it.
- Pro: our kids seldom see an advertisement, meaning that they’re only ever exposed to the “latest & greatest” toys at the toy department of Target.
- Con: we still go to Target.
- Pro: Every show that is on the air, that I want to watch, is carried by Hulu and is available the day after it airs.
- Con: The Hulu app for Roku sucks and will sometimes just force the device to reboot at a climatic part of an episode.
- Pro: I barely
am able to stay awake tohave time to watch anything on TV anyway.
- Pro: I can watch horror movies where scantily clad, buxom “actresses” drink themselves silly & act out fantasies involving bathtubs and whipped cream.
- Con: the Netflix “recently watched” queue is incredibly difficult to hack in order to hide my tracks.
My children, like most all children, are creatures of habit. When it’s time to pick something to watch, they choose familiarity — the only time they’ll choose something new-to-them is, well, if they’re carefully guided along that path.
Spy Kids is in heavy rotation, at the current moment. As far as kid movies go, I’m ok with this — it’s silly, it’s action packed . . . it’s among the lesser of many more evil options. But, however much I might not mind when my kids choose to watch one of the Spy Kids movies, I’d never sit down and say “hey, let’s watch Spy Kids.”
So, the other night, we put the kids to bed, but they were still wide awake. We turn on the Roku and start an episode of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Within the first few minutes, a little voice rings out from my daughter’s room, “What are you watching?”
“A TV show,” we respond.
“Are you watching Spy Kids?”
“Yes, we’re watching Spy Kids,” comes as a sarcastic response.
Sarcasm is lost on the young ones.
The next thing we know, The La is in our room, demanding to watch Spy Kids and nothing will appease her, save for us putting on Spy Kids for her to watch. And, of course, doing so would have meant that she would win.
The only way we were able to resolve this was to turn off the TV, entirely, so that nobody watched anything until Leila calmed herself down and fell asleep. Which was after Duffy & I had fallen asleep.
So now, once we put the kids to bed and the Hulu queue awaits, I always start the “what to watch” discussion with “let’s watch Spy Kids.”
And, if Leila was awake and listening? Protest. Immediate protest.
But, then again, as parents, well, aren’t there times that you want to eat candy and watch their crappy television shows when they can’t, as some sort of karmic payback for whatever they’ve put you through that day?