Roughly every other Monday, Gary and I have a standing dinner date with another couple. A year ago they had a baby girl, so we usually have dinner at their tot-friendly abode and then watch a few episodes of The Sopranos.
It's never too early to school your child in Gangster Lore.
When we got their last night, the TV was set to Treehouse. We don't have TV and aren't frequently exposed to it (I like bars without screens EVERYFRICKIGNWHERE) so I am often mesmerized by commercials.
Anyway, what I learned last night is that television aimed at toddlers will MELT YOUR BRAIN.
Also, it enforces behaviours like lying about whether you ruined your friend's painting, yelling at your little brother that he's doing everything wrong, and mysterious puppets.
But the colours are sooo pretty.