One morning last week Sprout woke up early and I was too bleary-eyed to do anything more than put on Clif.ford. The same day he got in trouble at school and was mouthy at home.
He hasn’t watched anything since. Despite staying up way late on Saturday, skipping nap on Sunday, and generally keeping up a pretty hectic schedule, he was a pleasant peach all weekend. He also hasn’t asked for TV in at least a week – it’s as if he’s forgotten all about it.
More convinced than ever that this isn’t a fluke!
