Parents mistakenly think they can, after the moment of conception, make their children better. They fail to acknowledge the Niagra of data proving they can only do the reverse. The child smiles, sits, stands, walks, begins to think. If she's enlightened, he watches Sesame Street and Teletubbies. His introduction to a life of boredom begins.
Disorientation is their forte.
A TV character who's got a TV in his belly. An infinity of television. If the kid gets to go to preschool, he may have a life for a while. Kindergarten's not too bad either. So, by the time the nipper is six, he's lived two or three years.