Reason #192: Going to Your Room

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A characteristic of the normal child is he doesn't act that way very often.  
~Author Unknown

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As parents, I will admit we might not have censored what we've allowed Maddie to watch on TV as much as we should have.  Don't get me wrong, we're not subjecting her random acts of violence and other really bad things kids shouldn't watch.  However, daddy's interesting television viewings after I go to work in the morning became the topic of conversation tonight. 

Aaron was paging through the menu on our television, seeing what the line-up of evening shows would be.  I'm only half paying attention when Maddie says, "Oh dad, don't make me go to my room so you can watch The Walking Dead."  

THAT got my attention!  As daddy began laughing, and Maddie completed her pleading which involved a line about how lonely she gets in her room, I said to Aaron, "You realize you'll have to explain this." 

I then proceeded to get information about how some mornings, daddy watches things he has DVR'd and one time it included some show about the walking dead (honestly, I don't even remember the name of the show as I was so shocked by Maddie's comment).  I guess I should be happy that instead of allowing her to watch it, he sent her to her room.  

I really shouldn't chastise as I did the exact same thing this past weekend when I finally got the chance to see the second Sex and the City movie (which stunk by the way).  So, in our house, going to your room has an entirely new connotation which involves movies our impressionable 6 year old shouldn't see and random fits of loneliness.  Just another reason we might be in a dead tie for parent of the year. 

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  1. Brandon and MichelleJanuary 18, 2011 at 7:31 PM

    That is so much better than Brandon allowing them to watch movies like Ghostrider (yes, Ghostrider) and then goes, "cover you eyes kids." Really B?

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