At first, I was relieved because, damn, he sits there rapt for 20 minutes watching educational-ish stuff while I, I dunno, also sit. Which I enjoy immensely. But now? Jackson is addicted. He wants to watch Elmo ("Oh-mo! Want more Oh-mo!") before school, before dinner, and before bedtime. I have to convince him to get up to go outside and ride his new bike. A new bike, y'all. Maybe it needs a bell.
We're hoping that, like most obsessions, it passes or fades in time, since I don't want him watching as much tv as KB and I do (less these days, but still lots). Also, I am getting sick and tired of some of the shittier Sesame Street music videos. Will.i.am sucks. His lyrics can't even hold up in a kid's video. He can only rhyme "high" with "high," and "down" with "go." (We've also decided he's the third-worst rapper of all time, after those two other dudes in the Black Eyed Peas.) Feist, however, is delightful. One, two, three, four chickens just back from the shore....
And then there's this: