TV Obsession?

On Friday Ben called me from school at 11:30 a.m. on my cell phone. Here is the conversation that took place: Me: "Hello?" Ben: "Hey Mom." Me: "Hey Benny. What's wrong." Ben: "Nothing. But, Mom, will you come pick me up so I can come home and watch Scooby Doo?" Me: "What?!" Ben: "Will you please come get me. I'm ready to come home." Me: "Are you feeling sick?" Ben: "No." Me (laughing): "Well then no, Benjamin, I will not come pick you up from school to watch Scooby Doo." Ben: "Mom, stop laughing! I am being serious. I don't want to be here and I want you to come get me." We discussed the situation for a couple more minutes before Ben hung up. He was content to spend the rest of the day at school and I assured him that I would pick him up at 2:30 p.m. as always and we could watch Scooby Doo then. The ironic thing is that I don't think we ever did end up watching Scooby Doo all weekend! Silly Ben.