True story. During a session of Aquanauts, wait let me back this up for a full overhead view. One of the gifts I do not have is patience. As a result I know at my core I would be an unfit parent. From the top of our family organization my father was a study in living the American dream and occasionally the American nightmare. By this I mean that he was mostly overjoyed to have a family while IMO noticeably bordering on a psychotic break. Now I am talking about a very good father who had five kids and worked his a** off to provide for his family. His patience ran thin at times and this is where I learned to be anxious. Back to media and guns. In my married life I have negotiated a point system with the Misses. Because each of us has an extensive extended family there is literally a family event every other weekend. So in order to prevent oversaturation (mostly for me as she seems to enjoy these immensely) I devised a system of credits that I can accumulate and use for her family events.
From my Dad, who can fracture an "ism" with the best of them: "You can lead a horse to water but that is water under the bridge."