“Hello, His name is Rhys and he’s a Little Einsteins-aholic.” Really. It’s bad. All day long I hear a constant request for “Einsteins?”, “Einsteins?”, “Einsteins?”, from a child who is barely allowed to watch tv in the first place. Maybe that’s why he asks so much. If I make the mistake of turning on the television music channels he run to the couch shouting, “Einsteins! Einsteins!” followed by the forced cry (you know the one, not a real cry but pushed out to make it seem more serious than it is). Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll hear Rocket or Quincy’s voice coming from Rhys’ bedroom. Over and over. He’s pulled the dolls into bed with him and just keeps pushing the button to make them talk. Annie is his favorite. He carries her around the house like she is his baby. He even makes me ‘change her diaper’. Kudos to Disney for getting to the heart of a little boy. (If I ever get my hands on that Producer, err!)