Eric has a habit of flipping on the TV whenever he is eating. We both know it's not the best habit as you fail to pay attention to what you're eating and tend to overeat, and it is very easy to loose track of time and watch TV much longer then planned.
This morning I came downstairs to him flipping on the tube while he sat down with his Wheatabix and Soy Milk (blech!). He reach for el'Tivo's remote and started going through the pre-recorded selections to accompany his morning meal. He seemed to hover on the Victoria's Secret runway show I had recorded for him (I'm a giver after all). He looked at me guiltily, and I said, "Go ahead, we recorded it for you!"
So he selected it and sat grinning as his Wheatbix slowly disappeared, and I even got up to get him a second bowl so his watching was undisturbed, even though he claimed it was so he wouldn't bother the cat that had decided to bed down on him. I looked at the clock and said I had to head out for work, and he turned off the TV. He claims that somehow, watching it with me there was a little less scummy.
Silly boy! I totally know he turned it back on once I shut the door.