Okay, so. TB has always been a "Helper". Sometimes we ask. Sometimes we don't. Tonight, when he took control of the remote, we didn't. This was somewhat problematic for two reasons. 1: It's the end of the day so his ADHD meds are wearing/have worn off. 2: He was trying to access the On Demand channels. This is not something he's accustomed to doing & requires listening skills. If you're confused as to why this was problematic, see problem 1.
TB taking the control went something like this.
TB: What button do I press??
Me: On Demand.
TB: What channel am I looking for??
TB: What show??
Me: Being Human.
TB begins pushing buttons. Up. Down. Sideways. My eye begins to twitch.
Me: No.. Go... Back... Uh... Stop... Just. Bring. Me. The. FlippingFlarkingFlooking REMOTE!!
(This was better than what was going through my mind at the time. THAT went something like "Will you just give me the motherfucking remote and let me do it!!" You're admiring my restraint right now, aren't you??)
TB: I don't know WHY I can't do it. I almost had it!!
Me: Because, you're not listening well & it's making me CRAZY. It's just easier & less painful for everyone if Dad or I do it.
My sweet boy. He tries. He doesn't always succeed, but he tries.