How to make your children disappear
Growing up, I would never of thought to plop down on my parents bed and flip on the Tube, especially while snacking on my PopTart (Cherry was my personal favorite). This had become a common practice in my house, however, with the end result being Captain Crunch in the sheets and red juice on the carpet. Despite our weak effort, Brad and I could not curb this behavior, exposing a chink in our parenting armor.
Recently, we decided to remove the TV out of our bedroom. The room is now more peaceful, less cluttered and the rare child that enters can be found reading a book instead of chomping on Cheetos. He will still destroy the covers on the bed, but that is a price I can live with.
Voila…Magic
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