There are only two reasons that I occasionally allow Thing 1 to watch Thomas the Tank Engine in the morning.
1. He enjoys it, and I enjoy it when he is happy, because he is one of my favorite people on the planet and I prefer my favorites to feel joy on a regular basis.
2. I can then read my favorite blogs and email while I drink my coffee.
What I don't want to do is watch it with him and engage in a running commentary on "that's not nice!" and "oh! scary!" and "confusion and delay? Oh my!". No, no I don't. I don't care which engine huffed and puffed and which one was cross and which one was spray painted with the foul-mouthed-graffiti of that Satan-worshipping gang that runs like a pack of wild dogs on the island of Sodor. Huh? Oh, never mind. Anyway..... this is also the same reason that I write blog posts at night while Brock watches the westerns channel.
I am just not interested in trains and guns and bad music.
Now I'm confused. Am I talking about kids' cartoons or Brock's beloved westerns? Could be either.....which is part of the problem.
Sorry. I'm just not that nice of a person.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to go clean the floor around the high chair, because apparently the zucchini bread that I made has explosive properties. Actually anything put in the wee hands, or the wee diaper, of Thing 2 seems to have detonating features. It is his trademark.