
The morning of Obama's Presidential Inauguration, I left Evan on the couch while I ran to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. The second I set him down he began to fuss and cry but I ran into the kitchen anyway, because some corners just can't be cut, and coffee's one of them. I rushed through grabbing my coffee and getting us something to eat, all the while Evan's fussing fueling my haste. From the kitchen, I heard Evan momentarily calm, and then the sound of the TV turning on and warming up. I peeked around the corner to find him pushing the buttons on the Tivo remote until he cycled through the recorded programs and ended up on CNN's live coverage of the Inauguration. Once CNN was on, he put down the remote and reached over for one of his other toys and promptly stuck it in his mouth. He seemed like such a little prodigy until then.
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