Where to put the TV?

(Baonghean) - To be fair, the house my husband and I live in is modest, but in return we can boast of the most magnificent TV in the apartment complex.

In this era of information explosion, and being both avid football fans, we had to have a big, clear TV, but where to put that huge TV was something my husband and I argued about more loudly than the Volleyball Cup organizing committee choosing a host country.

I grimaced and sighed:

- The living room is not good. The father from the countryside came to visit his grandchildren for a few summer months, so he temporarily put the bed there. There is a soccer match in the middle of the night, so waking him up is unfilial. Singing "angry but loving" vi and giặm makes his head hurt, let alone screaming. And if you don't scream, what kind of fan is that? The soccer season is here! How cruel!

- Let's move the TV into the baby's room - my wife whispered a suggestion.

I widened my eyes as if I had just been kicked cold:

- Who taught you that short-sighted idea? He is the future of the whole family. Education is the launching pad for him into life. It's called summer vacation, but extra classes are more tiring than regular classes. His room is inviolable, do you understand?

All that was left was my bedroom. But it was miserable. It was cramped and cluttered with all sorts of things. With the TV in there, there was no room to wave around or even jump up and down to cheer on our favorite team.

But my wife and I are crazy about two opposing schools of football. While I worship a team with many stars, my wife praises Cong Phuong and Tuan Anh of Hoang Anh Gia Lai even though this team has been losing continuously and is near the bottom of the table.

On the football screen, we argued down here, almost turning into armed struggle. Luckily I held back in time because I was afraid of losing the title of a cultured family.

Necessity is the mother of invention. I suddenly slashed my hand down like a referee pointing to the penalty spot:

- Go to the kitchen. Turn on the TV. Dad can sleep comfortably with his country dream, the little girl can sit and chew on English without being disturbed by noise. And my husband and I can scream and comment freely. Sitting in the kitchen, we can still pay attention to the world football every day, every match.

My wife's eyes lit up:

- Oh, right! I didn't think of that! Put the bike out on the porch, it's more spacious. But let me burn incense and pray to the Kitchen God first. Maybe the Kitchen God has been wanting to watch football for a long time.

I nodded:

- The Kitchen God and even the God of Heaven cannot ignore the king of sports. And one more thing, putting the TV in the kitchen will keep me from running back and forth to watch the pot of porridge for the fans from burning. It's a win-win situation.

Quynh Tho