The Little Angel Meets Baby Einstein

This morning I am working from home. The little angel and I are on a blanket on the floor. I have to go in to the office this afternoon to make an Important Presentation to a Vice President. But for now, the blanket.

I decided to break down and let the little angel watch Baby Einstein for the first time. I've let her watch Baby Mozart twice or three times before. In general, I'm not a big fan of babies watching television. My beloved thinks it's funny when I angrily catch her watching football, but I believe the American Academy of Pediatrics when they say television kind of makes you stupid. I've noticed this phenomenom in myself. I probably just misspelled that word, further cementing my ignorance.

I think they're not really speaking any real languages on this show. I think they're just affecting foreign accents and speaking TeleTubby, just like New York City receptionists.

The little angel is totally sucked in. It's like an accident scene. She can't look away. Even the cat is watching.

It's addictive. I've got to go watch them stack plastic bricks. I mean, check my work e-mail.

Bye.