My daughter is a television addict. I'm not sure when it became a full-blown addiction. It started with a little "Sesame Street" in the morning, progressing into "Blues Clues" and "Dora the Explorer" until it blossomed into watching full-length Disney princess movies.
I think she even has a crush on "Diego," who she affectionately calls Eggo.
Yeah, she's got it bad.
In the morning, I hear, "I watch TV!"
In the evening, it's "I WATCH TV!"
Saturday morning I had a plan. A plan to re-introduce play to our television addicted daughter. After breakfast, the "I watch TV!" began as it usually does. But this cold Saturday, much to Sophia's dismay, did not begin with an episode of "Blues Clues." My refusal to turn on the TV was a power struggle I needed to win.
I told her we were going to the museum and she needed to get dressed so we could go. My plan was avoidance. If I could get everyone out the door before they got bored, I could succeed.
Philadelphia has a treasure I never had to really utilize before this weekend, it's called the Please Touch Museum. That was our destination.
The museum was everything I had hoped for and more.
We arrived at the museum shortly before 11 a.m. and didn't leave until almost 4 p.m. During our short lunch break, Sophia devoured her food. She ate like I've never seen her eat. When she was finished, she turned to me and said, "Let's go play!"
Yes, indeed. Let's go play.
Sophia cried when we left, but we promised to return. As soon as we started the car, both kids promptly fell asleep.
Sophia asked to watch TV.