I had to leave the room for a moment this morning. Just a little tiny minute, God! Seriously! So I turned on the Wonderpets and raced downstairs to let the dog out. When I came back up, BabyJ was standing at the gate like a convict, smirking at me.
He’s hidden the remote.
Here’s the thing: the sound comes through the stereo speakers, and the TV monitor is only controlled by remote. So as of now I have USA sitcoms (Just Shoot Me, if you’re interested. Isn’t that what it’s called? With David Spade? How did BabyJ manage to turn off the Tivo and switch it to USA? What have I done to offend God?) as a soundtrack to my life, with no picture. He’s managed to turn off the TV but not the stereo.
Where’s the remote, people? I’ve already checked
the toilet (TeenHer! Seriously! PLUNGER!)
couch cushions
drawers
toyboxes
trash cans
HAAALLLP!
That is hilarious, I don’t care how big of a pain in the ass it is. You have to admit it. Especially since he KNEW what he was doing. haha