That's it. Our TV (heretofore known as "baby #1") has given up the ghost. It is no more. It has ceased to be. And I can't help but feel Morgan had something to do with it. Mostly because he had something to do with it.It's not like we loved baby #1 more than he. He spent time watching the Wiggles and other kids shows on it. Even as a brand new baby, he seemed interested in things like Food Network. When he got older and learned to "use" the remote, (meaning point it at the tv and push a lot of buttons,) he showed a preference for the Spanish channel. I thought "great, baby #1 is teaching Morgan a new language! It's fun and educational!" But all that time with the remote and tv, Morgan was just researching its eventual demise.
It's been dying for months. The line of static at the top has been getting lower and lower. It's taken longer and longer for it to turn on, it doesn't shift through channels, but it still worked.
I don't know exactly how he did it, but Morgan broke our tv. One day it was working fine, the next day: nothing. I tried everything, even unplugged it and plugged it back in a few times.
The good news is we now need to buy a new tv. The bad news is we have to buy a new tv. To tv #1: so long, old friend. We had some good times, we had some bad times. I promise to buy a large, flatscreen hi-def replacement to ease the loss of your glowing goodness.
I'm glad that baby #2 (hereafter known as "Morgan") was the one that came out the victor in that deathmatch. He's cuter, I feel less guilty spending my time watching him, and I've spent more time and money on him.
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Our baby#1 was our car. We named him Roy Batty. We had to move away without bringing him with us, and it was heartbreaking. We just want him back. Here's a picture of him. See? See? See?
As it happens I've got way too many TVs right now, and I would gladly give you guys one if I could.
the king is dead. long live the king.
For the record, I never called the TV our baby. The only thing that I've ever called my baby besides Austin and Morgan is my guitar.
And before anyone says something, yes, I understand that Morgan and Austin are "people" not "things."
Seriously, take one of our TVs. We somehow keep inheriting them but I want a big-ass flat screen. It's like Christmas. People never know what to give. I never get what I really want. What's that, you might ask? REAL ESTATE.
Hopefully you feed baby 2 more often too.
Jacob- If only.
Dad- Le Roi est mort, vive le Roi!
Tracie- I didn't either, until this post.
Wendy- Lucy quote, ftw!
Charlotte- Most of the time. Like 80%. ;)
Cade broke my TV once! When he was 2! Seems like every family has a kid that breaks a TV sometime in their life. I am glad that Morgan is ok. Wait for black friday deals
This is epic bro, sorry for your loss. But, be honest and fess up. did you coax Morgan into carrying out the death sentence on the old set?
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