. . . is that not everyone's got it. Try explaining that to a five-year-old who is dancing in front of his grandma and grandpa's tiny, old television set, suppressing the urgent need to pee while frantically demanding that his favorite cartoon be paused so he can take care of business without missing even a fraction of a second. And, after you've said it's impossible and he gives up out of sheer necessity, dashing to happy relief at the toilet, try explaining upon his return that it's just as impossible to rewind and recapture what he's missed. And then try to be patient while he proceeds to miss the next 10 minutes of said favorite cartoon to wail, pound his fists into the ground, and accuse all around him of foul play, swearing never to talk to any of us ever, ever, ever, ever, ever again, promising to sever our various familial relations: "You won't ever, ever, ever, ever be my mother!"
The world of a five-year-old must be so depressing. It's a stage, right? The DVR stage?