I recently got the girls a Baby Einstein DVD.
Next, I think I’m going to have to get them a chiropractor.
They refuse to watch the TV anywhere in the room except for inches from the screen. They make my neck stiff just looking at them. Each time I pull their reluctant bodies backwards to give them a better viewing angle, they simply walk forward and resume their front-row position. I was tempted to turn it off tonight to give their necks a rest, but then I wouldn’t have been able to cook dinner without two extra appendages attached to my lower extremities. I’d guess I’d rather hire a chiropractor in a few years than feed my family nothing but PB&J sandwiches, which is the only mildly nutritional meal I can make in under a minute with two children screaming at my feet. Because then I’d probably have to hire a nutritionist anyway to fix the years of damage caused by habitual peanut butter overdoses. I’ll go with the DVD and peace and quiet and healthy meal…and chiropractor.
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