My lady is on the Left Coast with her fam and I am wrangling the boys Thursday to Sunday. Let's just say that while I consider my self a great dad, my wife's job is thankless. It's akin to riding into the wind all day with rain blowing sideways, never getting a break until those guys chill out. We refuse to put them in front of the dumb box though as I don't want them retarded or salivating over McDonald's commercials.
So since I am on a 'day off', I dropped the kids off at school and head out for a quick and very low impact ride. "Ding ding ding ding ding" <-- that's the T-Mobile cell phone ring tone....you knowhati'mtalkinabout). "Mr. K, ah, your little guy has a fairly giant sized poop and we are not allowed to change it due to regulations. You need to come back" Genius. 5 minutes the kid is there and his plumbing leaks. Joy.