Our old, small, perfectly adequate TV was broken when the two year old threw his Thomas train at it.
This obviously provided dh with the perfect excuse to go out and buy some stupid, enormous flatscreen monstrosity which is now balefully sitting in the living room and pissing me off.
It just looks, there is no other word for it, common. And I just hate it.
When DH is out, I may load the kid up with the rest of his train collection and let him at it....