For those of you who have heard this story, just ignore it. The other day I was on the couch on my laptop. The television was off and Calvin was across the room playing with his toys. All of a sudden he crawled across the room, climbed up to the coffee table, pulled the two correct controllers - one for the dvd player, one for the tv - out of our basket of four remotes, scooted over to where I was sitting, handed them to me, and then stared patiently at the blank tv screen waiting for me to turn on Baby Einstein.I like to think that this scenario proves that my child is a genius rather than that I'm turning him into a junkie. He really doesn't watch it that much, I promise!
