I talked about our different television styles here, but now it has become glaringly obvious we were meant to be a two television family. Tonight....sigh. Tonight C couldn't sleep and came padding downstairs, hoping we'd let him watch television for awhile and he could score some ice cream while we somehow forgot he was there and let him stay up all night. (Well, a smallboy can dream, right?) He plonked his behind on the floor after the obligitory "But I had a bad dream!" conversation was over. The commercial ended, and theme music began to play. Three notes into it I heard his piping little voice say "Daddy, the A-Team is on!"
Wailing commenced...oh wait, that was me.