When TV is a good babysitter
I was wiping down the bathroom countertop last week when I noticed that my toddler was being uncharacteristically quiet in the adjoining bedroom. I glanced over just in time to see a lime green waterfall of Listerine splash all over my aunt’s handmade quilt and our Korean elm coffee table.
Of course, I do not ordinarily keep mouthwash within Noah’s reach. It usually hides in a remote corner of the bathroom countertop. It had taken up temporary residence (apparently very temporary) on the bathroom floor just for the two minutes it took me to clean the vanity. By the way, it also had the childproof cap screwed on (I think).
I love the quilt and I adore the coffee table, but what really shook me was that by some miracle, Noah decided to pour out the Listerine instead of chug it.
This week, I tried something new. I turned on Handy Manny before I reached for the toilet bowl cleaner. Noah sat peacefully in front of the television while I scrubbed the bathrooms worry-free.
Am I using TV as a babysitter? Yes. Will the extra 30 minutes of cartoons brainwash my son? Probably not. And even if it does, at least he’s not swigging Listerine.