My family consists of one dog, one son and one wife. All three play a part in this story.
On a particular day not long ago, the TV was on and a commercial for “Finding Nemo 3D” caused my two-and-a-half-year-old son Kase to stop dead in his tracks and tune in. The commercial ended, and Kase simply said, “Fishy, like,” and continued with whatever it was he was doing.
My wife was savvy enough to catch this “Nemo moment” and swiftly added “Finding Nemo” to the number one spot on our Netflix cue. (Once again, “Waiting for Superman” has been demoted for a cartoon.)
When it arrived, we smartly used it, as any parent would, as a tool (...