Boo is suddeny paying a lot more attention to the media...
Today, in the car... First, she actually asked me to turn the radio up. Then, "Why did that man say he was a creature before he could stand?"
"I don't know, honey. Sometimes the words to songs don't really make any sense." (That's not mom talk... I really don't have a clue. But I do know that when Nine Inch Nails came on next, I quickly changed the station.)
"Why was Homer talking about drugs?"
"I don't know, honey. I guess he needed some medicine."*
Next I suppose she'll realize the song is called Video Killed the Radio Star, not Video Kid the Radio Store. That will be fun to explain.
And also, I haven't had a chance to watch the Six Feet Under finale yet and I just want to hide under a rock. I soooo don't want the ending spoiled for me. I just clicked on a blog and she was talking about the finale and I went "yaaagh!" and quickly backed out. Now I'm afraid to read anything. This is annoying. But I'm tired and I'm going to bed. Maybe tomorrow. Assuming the new DVR doesn't eat it, that is. Or maybe Boo and I can watch it together. "Mom, why are those two men kissing? And why did that woman call that man an asshole?"
*Yes, I missed a Valuable Teachable Moment. But you know what? I have strep throat and talking irritates my already pretty damn irritated throat and my ass hurts.** So I'm going to be a bad parent today.
**Because I got a shot. What did you think I meant?