He can't walk. He can't crawl. But if we put him on our bed he will fling himself in the direction of the remote. He'll roll. He'll reach. He'll grab blankets and pull himself to the edge of the bed. He knows that's where the remote is, and he knows he wants that remote.
|The new King of the Remote!|
Since we've been married, my wife has called me a number of things; some good, some bad. (Mostly good.) Among the names she's had for me is Mr. Remoto. I believe she thinks of it as an insult, but I consider it a compliment.
I like to hold the remote. I like the feel of it in my hand. I like the power it gives me. Plus, when I'm not holding the remote, I know where it goes. There is a place for the remote, and when it is not being used, the remote should be in that place so that when someone wants to use the remote they will not have to search for it. These are simple rules of the remote, but the wife and kids don't always adhere to these rules. They will often just drop the remote the last place they had it instead of putting it where it is supposed to go. This is one more reason why I like to control the remote.
Another reason is volume. As I get older (I'm currently forty-ten) I find that I need to have the volume up just a little bit louder than the younger people who live in the house. (Often I have to have it louder because of the younger people who live in the house!)
I think my fondness for remotes might stem from my youth. We didn't have a remote controlled television in our house. If we wanted to change the channel, someone would have to get up out of their chair and walk all the way over to the television and turn a dial on the front of the console. (Yes, I said "console." It's a word, look it up.) Would my Dad get out of his chair to change the channel? No. Would my Mom? No. Would my older sister, or older brother? Not if I was there. As the youngest in the family, I became a living, breathing Human Remote. I would be the one getting up, walking across the room, and turning that channel.
|A picture of me in my early days as the Living Remote.|