I turn to that, Beatrix approves, and we watch. Then, a few minutes later, a commercial comes on. The volume difference is jarring to say the least. I would safely guess it is fifty percent louder than the show. I hurriedly reach for the remote and turn it downâ€¦
â€œWhy did you turn the movie off, Daddy?â€, Beatrix worriedly asks, as if she has done something is wrong and is being punished by having her entertainment interrupted. She thinks thatâ€™s what I was doing by rushing for the remote.
â€œI didnâ€™t turn it off, honey. This is just a commercial. I was turning the volume down because it was so loud. Shreck will come back on in a few minutesâ€ I say.
â€œDid it break?â€, she asks. It does sometimes happen at home that Flash or Silverlight implode, interrupt her show, and I have to fix it.
â€œNo. Itâ€™s just a commercial.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s a commercial?â€, she asks.
â€It is like little shows where they tell you about other shows and toys and snacks.â€, I explain.