Or all shows would not only teach 6 year olds how to do quantum physics, but also how to be kind to their younger brothers. If you haven't guessed, I'm not a fan of television. There is a reason why it's also known as the "boob tube." My post-college television set used rabbit ears. No cable for this girl. (It's not as crazy as it sounds. I didn't need cable to watch Ally McBeal.) In our early dating Ken demonstrated love for me in many ways. He is a man who loves sports. Basketball in particular. After driving five hours to visit me for the weekend, we settled in to watch the college basketball Final Four tournament. Although his face paled when he saw the rabbit ears sticking out of my t.v., he gamely settled in on the couch to watch a slightly fuzzy championship game. Yes, it was love.
And then we got married. Clearly, his first priority was appropriate electronics. Interpreted as: DirecTV (non-negotiable so he could watch Steelers games), TiVo, and of course every channel known to man and some channels that may only be watched by little green creatures on Mars. I fought hard against TiVo. It was a waste of money. I would never use it. Any TiVo junkies out there are laughing their asses off at me right now. Because they know I am hooked. I now rate TiVo as life changing. I kid you not. TiVo ranks on the same level as the warming drawer in my kitchen. It doesn't seem like a big deal...until you have one. (BTW, I inherited the warming drawer with the house, but if you ever have the space and funds to put one in your kitchen they are indispensable. It's extra nice for hardworking Hubby- no more cold dinners when he works late.) TiVo eliminates annoying commercials for me - the thought of watching American Idol without TiVo makes me break out in a sweat- and protects my children. For years the only shows "on offer" in our house were educational. Sesame Street, Bob the Builder, and Dora the Explorer filled brains and t.v. time. Our household was blissfully unaware of the finer character development occurring on SpongeBob SquarePants. The advent of kindergarten burst my sheltered little bubble. Some brilliant educator thought teaching kids to read was a good idea. Without even asking me first. (Don't panic, of course I am 100% kidding.) Caitlin was thrilled and naively, so was I. I lacked foresight. Suddenly Caitlin was very interested in recording her own t.v. shows and broadening her viewing horizons. I am getting questions I am not ready for. The word "cheerleader" caught her eye this morning. Too bad it was prefaced by "Girls Gone Wild: Horny Cheerleaders." I hope Ken forgives me if he comes home to rabbit ears on the t.v. again. I'd gladly let my kids watch SpongeBob just to avoid explaining what "horny" means to a six year old!
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