Somehow Thing2 has got the idea that the television at the vacation house only gets the news. Thing1 was at the beach when someone (okay, it was me) floated this whopper, and none of the adults in earshot contradicted me.
That's how two boys who have spent most of the summer torturing and tattling on each other ended up on the couch playing checkers and reading and inadvertently proving that life goes on after the cable is cut.
Score one for the parents.
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