I was having a "Happy New Year" type conversation this morning with one of my lovely Tadpoles.
While we were chatting about random stuff Wallene meandered downstairs and plopped herself down on the love seat. I handed her the remote to the TV while I continued the conversation on the phone with my buddy.
I wasn't paying attention.
However - my [ears of a bat!] Tadpole stopped the conversation and exclaimed, "What in the world is Wallene watching Skippy? I just heard f*ck you and f*ck that from your television."
Let's check that out.
Surprised that I was completely clueless [while sitting within inches of my daughter] I asked Wallene what she was watching. After a minute [or two] of discussion we figured she had found an R rated movie [big NO NO at 13 yo.!] and I made her change it. Immediately. [I get good Momma points for that. :) Sort of. Okay not really, but....]
My friend and I resumed our conversation and were chatting, happily, when I looked back at the TV.
And saw she had turned on ....
[Need I point out that it was a "JAWS" marathon today? Sigh.]
Should I be happy that my cable is re-connected?
I think we need a bigger boat Tadpoles. ;D