This afternoon, I sat down on my bed and watched a sitcom while folding the laundry. Son #1 and Son #2 were playing in their rooms with their trains. My husband was outside watering the lawn. Silence permeated every corner of the house. The tranquility was unbelievable. I diligently folded the clean clothes while laughing at the ridiculousness on TV.
Once folded, I delivered the neat piles of clothing to each room. I quietly tucked the stacks of shirts and shorts into their drawers. Then, I tiptoed out of the rooms careful not to disturb their peaceful games. When the clothes were put away, I wandered outside of the house and chatted with my husband.
Time passed while we breezily talked about the minor events of our day. It was hot outside so I decided to go back in the house. When I walked into the entry way, I saw Son #2 riding his tricycle through the living room. He chattered and giggled joyfully as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. I smiled at my youngest son and then looked around for Son #1.
Where could he be hiding?
I checked in his room. He wasn't there.
I checked in Son #2's room. He wasn't there.
I checked in my husband's office. He wasn't there either.
Then, I heard canned laughter emanating from my bedroom. Could he be in there? I strolled to my room and stood at the door. Son #1 was sprawled on my bed watching an episode of The Big Bang Theory.
I asked. "What are you doing in here?"
Son #1 turned away from the show and answered. "I'm watching The Big Bang Theory."
I wrinkled my brow. "Why?"
Son #1 responded. "Well, this show has a lot of bad words and I'm watching it so I will know what I shouldn't say."
"Get out of my room!" I said in mock irritation.
Of all the things I wanted my son to learn today, bad words from a TV show was not one of them.