For the occasion of the Dook game, Lucy and I hung some paracord from the stairs, draped a canvas over it, and routed the satellite box through the projector. After some excellent cheers she invented herself, she decided she was tired of seeing “Duke” on the screen all the time.
So she blocked it with her hand. I told her, “Sweetie, that’s awesome, but you’re going to get tired standing there doing that.”
So she put two books on a stool, sat on them, and continued to hold her hand over “Duke” until the next commercial break. I don’t think it’s possible to love a creature more.