Round and round. And so do the wheels of our cars. It’s Monday and if all is on schedule, we are on our way across the country! Since I don’t know when I’ll be able to post again, and my guest bloggers have (I think) fallen through, I am turning the big blog wheel full circle and recycling some of my earlier posts. I know I have one reader who has read them all (and I salute her!) but hopefully they will be fresh to most of you!
And Another Thing
July 13, 2004
I really am trying to raise morally pure children. As I pointed out in my previous post, we don’t have cable anymore. Purity is the main reason why. I remember one, ahem, shining moment when we did still have cable. I don’t remember what I was watching, probably Dr. Phil, but it was commercial time and those kind folks who make Herbal Essence stuff decided to educate my child. Ah, but I have him well trained! At the first sign of smut I said “Daniel, run” and out he went into the kitchen until the commercials were over.
This one was particularly charming. An obviously n*de woman in the shower, writhing and moaning with ecstacy from the joys of, ahem, cleanliness. (Now look, I am the mother of four children; I know about the joy, the awe, the utter gratitude that attends finally getting to get clean. But give me a break!! This is p*rn, people!) The only thing between us and her? A steamed up shower door. Thank goodness I also used the mute button or I still would have had one very curious little boy.
Actually, he was curious anyway. “Mommy” said he when I let him back in the room. “Why did I have to leave this time?”
“Well, there was a n*ked lady (using the word loosely) on the TV and God doesn’t want you looking at any n*ked lady who is not your wife.” I mean really, might as well tell the truth while he’s listening!
He thought this over. “But I can look at you?”
“Am I your wife?” was the reply.
“Oh. But Daddy can look at you!”
I’m mostly glad that for some physiological reason I don’t blush, but sometimes it seems the only appropriate reaction. So once again I was at a loss. Has anyone ever noticed there is a downside to raising smart kids?