Confessions of a Serial Songwriter: For Father's Day--Give Him the Control

Man's best friend is not his dog. It's the remote control. When my hubby and I are in bed watching TV he has to hold the remote. If I have it, he flaps the back of his hand on the mattress between us. That's code for: "give it to me." Truth is...he has superior fast forwarding skills, channel surfing abilities and volume adjusting reflexes. He knows where all the buttons are and can manipulate them masterfully in the dark. But when I ask him to show me how to switch the input from TV to DVD...or...