One of the results of having moved in between monumental record snowstorms is not having TV, telephone, or internet until Verizon can get to us.
There has been a delightful upside to not having television; I've come home recently from errands to find both boys curled up on the couch reading books.
I sat down next to the 13-year-old as he read, pride surging within me, and commented: "golly it's nice to see you two reading books rather than watching tv. Maybe you can keep reading after our tv gets hooked up, huh?"
My 13-year-old gazed at me with an incredulous look. He paused. He then put his hand gently on my shoulder and looked at me with pity.
"Mom," he broke it to me, "I think we both know that's not going to happen."