What damage can a ten-month-old do to your TV setup? More than we realized. More than seems physically possible, actually.

It started innocently enough. Ellie got hold of one of the remotes, turned the TV on, and we assumed it was harmless. Baby presses button, TV turns on — fine.

Here’s the thing about feeding Ellie: she flaps her hands behind her head while she’s taking her bottle, blindly dragging anything in reach into her orbit. Grandpa holds the bottle — this is established — so during feeding I move the remotes to the drink holder, safely out of range. System works. Problem solved.

What the system did not account for was afterward. Bottle done, burping complete, Ellie back on the floor. I drift into the kitchen or pull out my phone, and the remotes are still sitting in the drink holder — perfectly accessible to a child willing to pull herself up and attack from the front. Which she was.

After Friday night’s hockey game, we settled in to watch something. Standard process: TV on, navigate to Apple TV, enjoy the evening. Except nothing came up on Apple TV. Just the screen saver, sitting there, completely indifferent to the remote we were pointing at it. The remote and the TV had apparently reached an impasse while we weren’t looking, and nobody had informed us.

We tried everything. Recharging the remote. Restarting things. Staring at it with quiet fury. Eventually we surrendered, opened the Amazon app built into the TV, and watched something we hadn’t planned to watch. It was fine. We were not fine.

By Saturday afternoon, I had mentally written off the Apple TV entirely. Ten-month-olds: 1, Apple ecosystem: 0. I started logging into streaming services directly through the TV, which meant hunting down passwords, discovering some apps weren’t available, and arriving at the outer edges of my patience faster than I expected. Judy, after 35 years, recognized the signs immediately. Her internet search took about four minutes and produced a fix I hadn’t found in two hours of frustration.

A few steps, a reboot, some waiting we were impatient about, and the remote and Apple TV were talking again. Reconciled. Like nothing happened.

Do I think Ellie deliberately sabotaged our Friday night entertainment to demand more attention? No. She’s ten months old. But through sheer persistence and an impressive run of luck, she managed to decouple our remote from our streaming device, hold our evening hostage, and escape without consequence — because timeout is not yet in the toolkit.

The list is growing. Gates for the stairs. Cabinet locks. And now, apparently, a secure location for remotes that does not rely on our optimistic assessment of what she can reach.

She seems very pleased with herself. She always does.