Fix the TV!

Paul had an appointment on Tuesday to get some dental work done. We'd gone in last month for the usual 6 month cleaning and checkup, and the dentist found a bunch of cavities. She said a very aggressive bacteria was taking over his mouth. Not what we were expecting to hear! So we had to go to the hospital, have him put under anesthesia, and get the work done.

He went in just fine, didn't even cry when they wheeled him away from us (he thought it was very cool to ride on a rolling bed). They did the work and things went fine. Then the fun started. He had a really hard time coming out of the anesthesia, and was just flailing around screaming and crying. For about a half an hour. When we finally got him woken up and calmed down, they took him upstairs to his hospital room. When we got up there, we turned on the tv. Luckily Dora was on. I snuggled with him on the hospital bed, and we watched Dora save the mermaids. About 15 minutes into the show, Paul suddenly said "Daddy, can you fix the tv?"

Clark looked at it and said "what's wrong with it?" I expected Paul to be complaining about the sound, since it comes out of the remote instead of out of the actual tv, which wasn't something he was used to. Nope.

He said "See! Look at the tv! There's TWO Doras and TWO Boots the monkeys, and TWO Swipers! Can you fix it?" Clark and I exchanged a glance, and I said "Paul, that will probably fix all by itself in just a little while." Luckily it did.