I was somewhere between the ages of eleven and thirteen when my parents made me an offer: Don’t watch TV for a year and we will give you five hundred hollers. Whoa. Of course, I took them up on this. And recently, I gave the same offer to my son.
He bit. Until we got home, when he wanted to watch Hanna Montana or some other noisy show. So, today I tried again. I told him what he could buy with the money. He is still clueless to the fact that it is worth much less today than it was then…it really doesn’t matter. More than a one dollar bill to a little kid is crazy cash in their eyes.
So, we wrote up an official contract with magic marker and it is done. Until March 12, 2010, The Max cannot watch television and he will be paid handsomely.
My goal in this is first and foremost, to have less background noise while I am doing homework or washing dishes. Selfish? Absolutely. And then, of course, I would like for him to not sit and be poisoned by TV for the next year. He’ll read books and whatnot. It’ll be great.
I informed him, as I would to any addict (yes, my son was addicted to TV) that the first five days are the hardest, and after that he would find it easy. Somehow that sealed the deal for him. And now, if I can live without baseball, I can actually cancel cable and save sixty bucks a month. Here’s to hoping!