Who do I call?

Yesterday was a very quiet day for our house. The only place we went was to get the dog. And then she petty much just slept when she got here. The girls played with quiet toys inside the house. Tee didn't even ask to go outside, which would have been fine. Instead we read stories and watched shows. Oddly enough it was the shows that provided the defining moment of my day.

Since my only goal for yesterday was to rest, I didn't object (or even think about it) when Tee asked to watch a show. As I read aloud what TIVO had to offer the pre-school set that day, she originally went for the favorite, Go! Diego Go! But a few seconds into the theme song, she began to protest, requesting instead the usually ignored Max & Ruby. As I scrambled to back to the remote to adjust the programming (I was in no shape to deal with a melt down), Tee offered and explanation for her change of heart. "Diego," she explained, "is a loud show, but Max & Ruby is quiet."

Now, I know I'm her mother, but I was impressed with her three-year-old reasoning. While, the volume could be adjusted on either show, the former choice is faster paced, with upbeat music, and detailed animation. The latter is much simpler in all three categories. After the week we've had, Tee chose the option that would help her nerves, her brain, and her soul stay quiet. I know many adults who can't make such a wise choice. I wanted to call my mom to share with her the choices and reasoning of her granddaughter. But, if I could call my mom, then none of us would be in this precarious emotional state.