Our stash of "parent porn" was nearly discovered.
Big T spied a copy of Seven Pounds at the top of the shelves and reached for it, explaining that it's rated PG-13 and he wants to see it. Uh huh. Except for that bathtub full of blood and the depressing point of the main character's adventures, we'd rush right out and have our newly-minted sixth grader see that for sure.
On the shelf right above it is our stash of private viewing. We're such edgy folks. Our parent porn consists of: The Sopranos, all seasons of it. The Tudors, seasons one and two. Mad Men, season one (we switched to Dish Network and watched season two "live"). And now, Weeds, seasons one through three (we are nearly finished with season one, and the others were on super-sale at Target so we snapped them up).
Big T's sleepover guest came upstairs last night during a critical scene of Weeds, but luckily he didn't even glance at the screen while we frantically hit the pause button. Or we'd be having a very interesting conversation with his folks today.
Yep, we're really renegades. A few inappropriate scenes and we're hiding the discs from the kiddos.
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