Six months old and Mom is already being forced to limit TV time. Every morning as Sergeant Bob and I prepare for a day's work, Bobbie Burrito is treated to playtime in the big bed. I leave her sitting up playing with toys galore to go fire up the Keurig (refer to #burritobeat2015 Day 12) in the kitchen and return to find that Bobbie Burrito has tossed all toys to the side and positioned herself in prime cartoon watching position - kicked back, legs crossed, hands resting in lap. Next time I'll probably find her with an ice cold Corona in one hand and the remote in the other. Lord help us. Can this possibly be genetic? I obviously blame her father.
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