Better Than Nothing

I entered the family room, which housed our new color television. My oldest brother Johnny, who was babysitting that evening, sat in front of the vibrant screen. I reminded him about the Peanuts TV special. He said that it was my bedtime and to beat it. No matter how many times I shrieked, “But Mom said I could watch it!” he remained firm.
Quickly reduced to wailing mourner status, I did as I was told.
Johnny stood in my doorway several minutes later. “You can watch Peanuts,” he announced, “but only on the black-and-white TV.” I tuned in pronto. The first commercials were rolling, but thankfully not all was lost.