Last night, for the second weekend in a row, we were allowed to babysit, Little Miss Addisen, our 3-year-old (or soon to be) granddaughter.
This time we made the drive to her house so her parents could attend a church couples' party.
At some point in the evening, Addisen tired of the news program we had on the television and asked me to find "her show" which was called "Dragon Tales."
I searched the cable television guide and could find no such program. Addisen then looked me straight in the eye and said: "Grandpa Jim it is "On Demand." Well, I've heard of "On Demand" but we don't have it in our house.
In my appeal to Addisen I told her that I simply didn't know how to find the program and that's when things turned very wierd.
The little 3-year-old grabbed my hand and the remote and led me through a series of remote control buttons that, Voila!, suddenly turned up a listing for "On Demand" and eventually for "Dragon Tales."
"Push that button, Grandpa Jim, push the arrow button, Grandpa Jim, Push that (select) button Grandpa Jim."
My wife and I look at each other in amazement as the selection for "Dragon Tales" came up on the television screen.
"I am not as smart as a 3-year-old," I had to admit.
When we buy our new computers I know who we are inviting over to program them.