fair trade

Sometimes I feel guilty for letting my kids watch Daniel Tiger while they eat breakfast in the morning. Even now I get little knots in my stomach thinking about all the missed opportunities for bonding in our jammies, telling jokes, sharing blueberries.

But - haha - back to real life.

While they do this:

I do this:

And this:

And this:

Does it make me sad?

Sometimes. It's not like I'm going to enter a mom of the year contest with photos of their slack jaws and vacant, mechanical chewing. 

But for the cost of 30 minutes in the morning, I've got a clean kitchen and bathroom, clothes on my back, berries in my belly, and a full tank of patience for the rest of the day.

Besides, if they're doing that, they're not doing this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

And this.

Ugga mugga, Daniel Tiger.