Every Sunday, when Tiia goes to the gym, Dan, Milo and I have Boys Time in the Basement. We wrestle (me and Dan), crawl through the psychedelic tunnel (Dan and Milo) snuggle (Milo and me) and yes — we watch TV. It's the only time during the week Milo gets to space out in front of the tube, but he doesn't do that.
Instead, he plays with his blocks, bangs on the bongo, takes his socks off and pulls at my ears. I guess it's a good thing he's not mesmerized by the bright talking box like three certain couch potatoes I know. Right now, we're binge-watching Suits. Only four episodes tonight. Progress.
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