The Miracle of Television

I see and hear a lot of people say that tv is a bad thing. I tend to disagree. Mostly because the tv was my surrogate parent from age 8, and I did not become a juvenile delinquent or an adult delinquent for that matter. I learned a lot from tv and still do, especially with all of the educational channels out there. Of course at the moment my husband is watching "My cousin Vinny," a movie I can't stand, but I digress.

A tv show is potty training my 19 month old daughter. She has become obsessed with "Bear in the Big Blue House," and the only episode we own is where Bear teaches Tutter about going potty. So now she takes off her diaper and then asks me to take her to the potty, where she sits while I hold her up. She hasn't actually done anything while on the potty, but she is giving some effort. I think she realizes her diaper is wet and wants it changed, so she goes "potty." I'm not going to complain. Bear can teach her how to use the potty.

What I really need is "Bear washes the dishes" and "Bear does his own laundry."