Oh my gosh, Sebastian is crying
because the Barney episode on Netflix is not in high definition. Really crying - tears and wailing kind of crying. I get it, the episode is pixilated, but can he not SEE the huge purple dinosaur skipping in circles? The world, as this kid knows it, is over. If he was older, I would make him write some kind of essay on what it means to cry about your picture quality in a world ravaged by war, hunger, poverty...
Yet I know that none of those lessons would ever truly land, because I know this kind of pain and disappointment in entertainment. Later, they will be coupled with a singular determination to fix the problem, to continue talking over the show or adjusting the television until a true high definition image appears. I have seen it before in this house. It is the reason we got this television.
So
help me, I cloned my husband.
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