Still alive

School starts next week and in celebration of that we have implemented Mary's discipline plan of three strikes you're out and if you're out you're all out, which (in our family) means there will be no TV/screen time that evening. We have whittled our TV viewing habits down from 16.5 hours a day to one 30-minute show per child after supper before storytime for the school year.

On Sunday the team struck out for the next two days in advance because (among other errors) somebody hit someone, someone called somebody a sucker, and someone told his mother, You are going DOWN, lady!

They are surviving nicely without their faces glued to the tube or the computer. There have been occasional cries of boredom and I'M GONNA DIE IF YOU DON'T LET ME WATCH TV! But two minutes later I find them both playing together in a corner of the living room.

We have two strikes on the board for today. Got those on Monday. I might have to call some foul balls today instead of going right to the strike. I really want them to get to keep their shows tonight. I think I miss Little Bear more than they do.