This is Ben with the television on; passionless, disengaged and zoned out.
This is a close up of Ben's brain roting.
When I tell Ben that it's time to turn off the television (and the firetruck/train/digger movie he has watched 10 000 times) and play with his toys...
THIS is what he looks like...
The begging, pleading, sobbing and bargaining begins...
One hour a day...it's all he gets. I thought that was reasonable. I was wrong. Boy was I wrong. There will be an intervention happening in the near future (or after the baby is born...I can't decide yet...)Heaven help us.
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