Funny thing happened at preschool today. Funny in that I feel like a moron.
We were singing this fun song at music time: “Wake me, shake me, don’t let me sleep too long. In the morning I …. ” and then the teacher calls on a child and they fill in the blank. I eat breakfast. I put on clothes. I brush my teeth. I say good-bye to my dad. Whatever.
Teacher calls on Bowie. Who is 2 1/2 and off in his own entire universe when this is happening. Teacher says, “What does Bowie do in the morning, mom?”
I say, “Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm he watches Curious George.”
The pause in the room was palpable. I mean, GOD LOVE ‘EM but most San Francisco parents are not hip to the half hour of peace you can get from plopping your kiddo in front of a nice television program. (Or, at least they’d never admit to it in the very public manner that I chose.)
The song went on as normal, but LORD, the PAUSE.
I’m here today to admit, yes, I let my son watch television.
At least I said Curious George, he’s on PBS. I could have said Fresh Beat Band or something AMIRITE.