The writers' strike has been a good thing for our oldest.
"Deal or No Deal" is on about every half an hour, it seems. And, Jason wants to watch every minute of it. It puts Jason in a state of happiness he's not known before.
Amah introduced him to the wonders of this television game show. I don't know if it's the pretty girls, the big shiny boxes, or the money that thrills him the most. But, once in a while, out of the blue, I'll hear him scream, "I want that million dollars!"
We don't let him watch that often, but he knows how to access the game on our home computer. He asks to play all the time. He wants to be on the kids' version of the show, should one ever materialize. He's so serious, he has even asked members of our family if they could help him find Howie Mandel's phone number.
It's a little over the top.
Speaking of over the top, here's Michael.
Finishing up some pudding for dinner. As you can see, more of it made it ON him than in his mouth.
As for Jason, his interests are so varied, it's hard to tell where he'll go next. One day, he'll talk about the strategies HE would use on "Deal or No Deal." Another minute, he'll want to know about the best way of getting a football in the endzone. PRO football, of course. Not that college stuff.
Still, we never realized the introduction of a game like "Deal or No Deal" would elicit this special kind of response. After all, we put broccoli in front of him, and he never reacted like this.
We can only smile, and hope this is a stage that passes by peacefully. Otherwise, we might have to call Mr. Mandel ourselves, to let him know his biggest fan is right here.
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