Under a spell

Blogging is limited this week, as the organic and holistic daycare I subject my children to twice a week is closed to celebrate an ancient pagan festival known as 'spring break'. As a result, my two brief periods of serene contemplation in the week have been interrupted by squabbling, random demands, and occasional cuddle sessions from Max and Talia. Add the fact that they're sick and their mother has a busier than average week and you have a recipe for partial loss of sanity. But luckily I invested thirty bucks to buy a TV antenna a few weeks ago, and now can drop Thing One and Thing Two in front of the annoying and peppy hosts of CBC kids for a few hours in the morning. Here's what they look like as they absorb the preachy moralizing and squishy nationalism pouring out of our idiot box:

Sad, I know. But I figure: which will they value more in their adult life? A dozen IQ points or a father not in an insane asylum? Seems a pretty simple choice to me.

UPDATE: It's not all bad. Right now they're singing tunelessly along with Mr Dressup to 'Wheels on the Bus'. Adorable little guys.