Monday, September 24, 2012

It's Better Than Calling Them "Choking Hazards"

My kids refer to those decorative things you stick into your crocs as "giblets."

I can't think of a single reason to correct them.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Stellar Moment in Parenting

Last night I let Lumpyhead and Lula watch Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. The whole thing.

They've seen bits and pieces of it before, but never the ending. They like the songs, and I think I just talked over the one snide sexual reference in the show during previous partial screenings.

I turned on the TV planning to stream a Phineas and Ferb when they begged ("but we haven't seen it in a looooong time, and I like it") and pleaded ("pleeeeeeease"), so I relented ("eh, they've seen most of it already").

I kind of wanted to see it, too. Bump hummed along with some of the songs. Then it ended.

Lumpyhead shouted, "Wait! What just happened?" in a tone that dripped of seven-year-old WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

I told them, "Well, Dr. Horrible got what he wanted, but it turns out that wasn't really what he wanted at all."

They shrugged and went off to bed, but of course this morning Lula kept repeating "the hammer is my penis" and giggling. We've been talking about "appropriate" without mentioning the irony that "appropriate" might have included not letting them watch a musical tragedy in three acts that was first broadcast on the internet. AM A GENIUS.