This morning my son woke me a little earlier than normal. He’s getting over a bad stomach bug and woke up hungry for saltine crackers and Sprite. Hallelujah! We walked into the living room and sat in the dimly lit room in total silence with the exception of the occasional crunching noises he was making. It was music to my ears.
I commented how relaxing it was not to have the television on and to have some quality time together. He ‘mmmhmmed’ me, and proceeded to say, “but I think I want to watch cartoons.” Flipping through my guide, didn’t leave many options. It was barely 7 a.m. and the major networks don’t come on until 8 a.m. so I turned it to the Spanish station. They had the qubo shows playing early, and I thought it would be fun to listen to everything in Spanish. We just giggled while watching. I only caught a few phrases I understood. My little boy kept saying, “I don’t know what they’re saying” and would laugh and laugh.
Keep in mind, this was children’s programming so I didn’t think I’d have to censor the commercials. My attention was completely diverted to my son’s smile. I was just so happy to see him feeling better. Every mom that’s had really sick kids can understand the joy you feel when your baby turns the corner to better health.
The next thing I know, those cute little crunching noises stopped and his face got real still. I whipped my head to the television in time to see a ‘male potency’ pill being advertised during the cartoon break. Naked couples were rolling around in bed kissing and stroking each other’s bodies, while the Spanish voice over was saying, ” blah blah blah enhanced sexual blah blah blah.”
AHH! I turned off the television as fast as I could and distracted my little guy’s attention to the Sprite sitting on the table in front of him. Thankfully at four I can still divert his little spinning mind to something else, because the last thing I want to have a conversation about at this age is sex.