It's become quite difficult to watch tv with Leah. Between the viagra commercials and the news, I'm on constant alert.
So far she hasn't asked me about those embarassing KY Jelly ads. You know the ones where the couple is on the bed talking about which type works best for them.
Tonight we made the mistake of watching a movie on the ION network. I've never watched anything on that channel before. All the ads are for medical things. Some sort of insurance ad where the woman is complaining about having to reuse her catheters -- she has to boil them. So I switched to a mainstream channel. NBC was airing a special about Michael Jackson. They showed clips from when he started "touching himself." Oh, the questions about that. She said she did NOT like it (I hear ya sister.)
And some of the basic cable channels don't bleep out the bad words. You can hear "shit" (she doesn't know what that word means -- she doesn't even know it's a bad word!) or "goddamn" (she knows it's a grown up word.)
I've become an expert at changing the channel when I realize a sexual situation is about to happen. I get her talking to me while I covertly start pressing buttons.
So far she hasn't questioned the viagra commercials. I will make up something. I always do.
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