Last night, Anna and I sat on the couch, ate chips and guacamole and watched politics on MSNBC.
I know, I know, I know, she's only 19 months old and she shouldn't be watching TV yet. We don't let her watch a lot and when we do it's always harmless television, mostly mom/dad-approved kid shows and maybe some travel channel stuff (the pretty scenery shows, not the nasty food shows).
My only fear was that she would start crying when Pat Buchanan was on screen, but she stayed strong.
She loooved the guacamole, by the way. Even the raw red onions. Loved it. I think she ate more than me. She would just eat it off of a chip and hardly ever actually eat the chip (which is good, because they were too salty). When she was done with a bite she would lean over on my lap and just look at the bowl of guac, every now and then saying, "tomato."
So many of my childhood memories center around the television. I don't feel that this is a bad thing. Most of those good memories were because of the people I was watching TV with, not because of the actual TV (we never let Anna watch without one of us sitting right there with her). And for any of you out there who see television as an evil in the world that has no practical purpose, I strongly suggest you read the book, "Everything Bad Is Good For You" by Steven Johnson. It's illuminating.