The girls turned into absolute slack-jawed DVD hypnotized zombies during our recent 8-hour roadtrip to Florida. Since we returned late Saturday I’ve slowly weaned them from the movie and TV crack, in fact I was so mean as to forbid any TV Sunday except for Extreme Home Makeover that night, which Miss C loves (Seriously, Ty Pennington? She’s a groupie!) and zero TV on Monday and Tuesday. I caved on Wednesday because the hubby worked late. A mama has to do what a mama has to do and in moments of solo parenting I rely on a little Sponge Bob, ok a LOT of Sponge Bob, and a Big Gulp glass of wine.
One of the DVDs we packed for the trip was HOT,” she corrected me.
What is she now, 16?
(Uh, OK. Uh, yeah. Uh, NO. Danger Will Robinson. Definitely not a phrase I want my 6-year-old latching on to.)
“Well I think you look cute. Where have you heard someone say they look hot? I’m not sure that’s something we should say. It doesn’t sound that nice.”
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