One of the little games The Kids play is “Hide the TV (Television) Remote.” One of the little games I play is “Find the XXXX Remote That The Kids Have XXXXXXX Hid Yet Again!” The Kids assure me that their hiding of the TV remote is a purely unconscience act on their part. They just … loose it from time to time.
So far, I've found the remote under the chair, under either of the two couches we have, under the cusions of the chair or the couches, underneath pillows, behind the TV, behind the sterio, on the dining room table, under the dining room table, on the kitchen counter, in the freezer and their closet, which is upstairs.
They just … loose it.
This came up yet again, tonight, because I wanted to watch Real Genius [1] (which a friend of Spring [2] gave to us). Twenty minutes of “Find the XXXX Remote That The Kids Have XXXXXXX Hid Yet Again!” and I've had enough.
“I believe it's time to forbid The Kids from using the TV remote,” I said to Spring.
“Why not hide it on them?” she asked.
“Good question,” I said. “Why not?”
So I did.
Muahahahahahahaha!