The parent in me has never been much of a fan of
The boys and I sat down the other night to watch a movie we had recorded to watch together. But no sooner had I pressed the "play" button...... boobs were flashing themselves on my television screen. Boobs, butts and other various (obviously airbrushed and cinematically altered) body parts. After a noise that I'm fairly certain sounded like something out of a horror movie came screeching out of my mouth, I began frantically trying to get those images OFF. MY. SCREEN before they could become permanently etched on Bug's brain. Nothing worked. Apparently all I was capable of doing was pausing the stupid thing. So I repeatedly told Bug to keep his eyes closed, and told the hilariously laughing Teenager to shut up and help me. Finally, FINALLY, everyone's boobs were removed from my screen.
I'm surprised that Jock didn't wet himself, he was laughing at me so hard. Stupid teenage humor.
They're just boobs, Mom.
Dude, unless they're your own boobs, you don't need to be looking at them yet. Which, of course, set Bug to laughing from the other room.
This might be one of those moments that I end up wishing on them when they have children.