Woke up at around noon. Heh. David is raiding my room. Whoa! What? David is raiding my room!? Get out of here you little kid! (In case you don't know, David is my little two-year old toddler of a brother. He doesn't know how to sit still for very long, unfortunately.) Ugh. I get out of bed and carry him over to the living room to where my mom is. I now have a very messy room to clean up. Okay. Done. All he did was tip over a basket of clothes and unplug a few things. Oh well. So I went to the living room and got out some toys so that I could play with little David, but to my dismay, David only knows how to throw toys and take them apart. After about half an hour, I give up trying to play with him because obviously I'm not having any fun. Good timing too because his favorite show just started. Handy Manny. Hee hee hee. Ahahaha! XDDDDDDDDD. For a kid that only knows how to unfix things, his favorite show happens to be about someone fixing things.
Alright, now that he's distracted, I can play my PSP (Apparently, James thinks those don't exist anymore). As I prepare to battle an army of samurai warriors in the game, I notice David sitting on the couch with his little face towards the television screen. Oh how such a kid can be tamed by such an invention like the television. I then realize, that I too have been tamed by such technologies. I spend so much time in front of some sort of televised screen that my days seem almost incomplete if I don't have one. I've been raised in an internet generation and lived by the many game consoles that have come and gone. Most of what I know is dependent on some kind of technology... I can tell my mind is beginning to wander off.....
So let's cut back to David who has now finished watching his Handy Manny episode. This look in his eyes as he shifts his attention to me is almost astonishing. I know there is some evil in this little beast. I just know it. I can hear the heavy drums playing as he makes his way over to me. I look down at him. He looks up at me. I see that little smile of his. What is he thinking? Grrrr.
Well it turns out, he just wanted to be carried for a while. Ha. He's such a funny kid. I do what he wants and play with him some more.
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