TV Babysitter

The Holidays are here...YIPPY! YIKES! Our flesh and blood babysitter is on vacation. Alas, I have made good use of one of our very favorites, gold standard, modestly polite, thankfully constantly available... TV Babysitter. Granted the chatting box does not hold an intellectual candle to our usual Ivy league educated, daddy is a Medical Proffessor at Harvard babysitter. None the less it has provide mommy with a much needed break without concious eyes on her-you know seeing her chat with friends on the phone, languidly brewing sophistcated tees and booking highlight appointments-important stuff. The TV is totally indifferent and without any nuance of social judgement. Unfortunately, the darn chatterbox is exhibiting terrifying signs of conciousness-just yesterday I heard the thing talking with its other TV babysitter buddy on the cell phone saying it was going to demand a raise and more guranteed hours of employment and it was no longer going to do the dishes. My goodness... I am now tip toeing around my living room in a freakin effort to avoid the inevitable greedy mechanical box. If I knew it was going to ask for a raise so quickly I would not have used the thing so much! The nerve of some machines!