Last night Foodie couldn’t sleep and, since I am a giant pushover, I let her come downstairs for a while to have a drink of water and snuggle.
Instead of snuggling, she walked up to the television and turned it on. Then she trotted over to the couch, climbed up, and manipulated the Wii to turn on Netflix. She scanned until she found Toy Story and turned it on. THEN she picked up my cell phone and started chattering in to it like she was having a grand conversation with a friend while she reclined on the couch, watching her movie.
I sat there in horrified shock, imagining what she will be like as a teenager.
I am doomed. DOOMED.