The kid was scaring me. Actually, what was scaring me was seeing how deeply the television had infiltrated our lives. That evening, Larry appeared in the doorway of the den where I sat reading. And there wasn't. I'd turned the TV to Channel 0.
Confession is good for the soul.
In the following days, I was constantly amazed at how much more time we had, as individuals and as a family, unplugged. Games and puzzles came in handy. One of our favorites was Hot Potato, where we tossed a musical stuffed-toy potato around the room. Whoever was holding the potato when it burped was out of the game. But more rewarding was watching my girls interact in creative play.