When I was little, my Mom used to limit our TV time. We each had 30 allotted minutes a day to watch a program. Between my brother and sister, this was an hour and a half total. We would put our heads together over the TV Guide on Sundays and spend (what seemed like) hours plotting out our schedule for the week to maximize our TV air time.
My brother and I had no problem picking two shows we both liked, such as, Gilligans Island, The Flintstones or Brady Bunch. Sometimes, we’d have to pool our time to watch an hour long show like the Sonny & Cher Hour, Donny & Marie or C.H.I.P.S. My sister, on the other hand, was four years younger than me and her show choices always threw a wrench into our plans. Looking back, my Mother was one smart cookie. She wanted us outside playing games and riding our bikes, but she used the situation to force us to work together and form our negotiating and communication skills. She probably didn’t even realize that’s what she was doing… but I’ll pretend like she did and give her some props!