There is this rectangular object in our living room that has a lot of pictures and makes a lot of sounds. Apparently it is called “TV”. Mommy and Daddy play my nursery rhymes and songs on it as they sing to me. And they turn it on for the kids shows in the afternoon. I’m very intrigued by it. I don’t really watch it, but I am aware of it. I hear that too much “TV” is a bad thing. I can see why. From what little I have seen of it, I can see how people can stare at it for a long time. But, before I do that I have to work on sitting up because looking at it from the floor hurts my neck. Ouch!