We don’t watch a lot of television and I am often reminded of exactly why. The other day, we were sitting down to watch some tv show during prime-time. Things started out pretty much as most tv shows start…you know, with cussing. I cringed a little inside because as much as I enjoy a good cuss now and then, it is an odd situation when you’re sitting with your 8 year old and some stranger on tv demonstrates the range of their vocabulary. I am pretty realistic and a bit sexist I guess but I figure Isaac already knows most of the standard compliment of cuss words. In fact, he has used a great number of colorful words on me. Anyhow, there is just something not right about hearing cussing around your little daughter.
I looked over at Emily and then at Abigail and I guess she picked up on my discomfort. “Did you hear all of those cuss words, Dad?” “Yes Abigail, I heard them.” “Don’t worry Dad, I already knew them. Isaac taught me most of them.” That’s a relief…I guess. My gaze turned to Isaac and he had the sudden need to go study…something.
So, we still have tv and the kids still get to watch it. They can watch any channel they like so long as it is the Weather Channel. The kids still yell at each other, but I don’t mind. “Hey Cumulonimbus face, your occluded front is running down your chin like the Noreaster tears across New England.” “Oh yeah, well the barometric pressure is making the dew build up on your weathervane of a nose!”