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.