Who Knew?

My son sat on the couch; he was bored.

Son: “Mom, can I watch TV?”
Me: “Okay, but not for too long, what are you going to watch?”
Son: “The History Channel.”
Me: “Sure, go ahead honey.”

I walked away patting myself on the back because my son, just ten years old, was watching the History Channel on purpose. I must be doing something right.

Twenty minutes later …

Me: “How’s your show going honey?”
Son: “What’s prostitution?”
Me: “Why are you asking me that? What are you watching?”
Son: “The History of Sex.”
Me: “Turn that off.”

I walked away slapping myself upside the head because my son, just ten years old, was watching the History of Sex, and I allowed it. I must be doing something wrong.



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