I knew I shouldn’t do it, but yesterday I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe I was thinking that my kids should be exposed to more of the great American classics. Maybe I was just desperate to get an hour’s worth of work done. Either way, I made an irreversible decision: I let my children watch an episode of Walker, Texas Ranger.
“Hey cool!” Eamon shouted. “This is that show you told Papa to turn off once because I was in the room!”
Why, yes it was.
“Sometimes when people kiss on TV they tilt their heads and touch each other’s hair,” Juliette observed.
Why, yes they do.
“What do they do with the bad guys after they catch them?” Stephen asked breathlessly. “Burn ‘em?”
I don’t think so.
We survived. And the hour of viewing was quite predictably followed by 2 hours of handcuff play and the drawing of weapons and explosions. But fear not. The fun is far from over. The boys have already checked the TV listings and Walker, Texas Ranger will be on again tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after that. I’ll make the popcorn.