Operating the DVD player

I know how the DVD player works. First of all you have to make sure your fingers are really sticky. Then you ask mummy or daddy to open the stupid cupboard without a handle so that you can find the DVDs you want. Mummy and daddy have a television stand which has storage for DVDs built into the sides. Maybe I'll ask daddy to take a photograph and then you'll be able to see what I mean. Only these cupboards don't have handles and so you have to thump the corners in order to open the doors. It's a stupid idea really.

Anyway, once mummy or daddy have opened the cupboard (the right hand side is my one, the left is theirs), you then chuck out all the DVDs, spread them across the floor and then settle on one. Then you change your mind and settle on another one.

Ensuring that your fingers are still sticky - and if they're not, you have to re-sticky-them-up with a lollipop or fruits - you then press the eject button and drop the DVD into the tray. Scraping it along the floor first is optional. I've scraped most of my DVDs which means that they get stuck mid-way through. Sometimes they move on but others just stay stuck and have to be ejected. Daddy has already thrown out my copies of Madagascar, Over The Hedge, Tom and Jerry and something else. He better buy me some new ones to scratch.

Anyway, that's pretty much it. Plop the DVD in the drawer, press play and you're away. Last night, when daddy was watching a James Bond film, I casually walked over to the DVD player and pressed the eject button. One minute there's Daniel Craig just about to get fruity with his leading lady, the next minute there's a blank screen and daddy fuming. He said I was a naughty girl and I cried. That night, in revenge, I didn't say my prayers. Mummy taught me my prayers and so now, every night, I say:

Dear Lord Jesus.
Thank you for everything.
I love you.
Good night.
See you in the morning.

Then I blow two kisses and go to sleep. Only last night, because I was crying and daddy shouted at me, I didn't say my prayers. But Jesus knows that I still love him and that I'm grateful for everything.

That's it from me for thisweek. Daddy still hasn't got internet connection at home. It was looking promising yesterday because we had a cable guy come round. But daddy didn't want cable and so we're back to square one. Pity, I want to go onto YouTube and watch Winnie The Pooh again.