Jet and I were watching The Patriot the other night. It was late. We were tired. and not in the "mood" for the fairly violent battle scenes that were getting ready to happen.
So we turned off the TV and went to bed. No big deal, right?
Fast Forward...
It's the next morning. I'm sitting on the couch in the family room with my girls. When suddenly Raegan decides she wants to turn on the TV.
Now she is quite adept when it comes to manning the DVD, TV, and stereo system. And I, having enough situations to referee during the day, have decided to pick my battles and not make it a big deal.
So I thought nothing of the fact that she turned it on (we don't get TV stations, so I didn't figure she could actually watch something anyway).
But then I look up. And there on the screen, is Mel Gibson hacking into some soldier in the woods with a hatchet.
Though I can't be sure, because of the state of my mental frenzy, there was blood. Lots and lots of blood.
AHHHH!! "No!!! No!!! Noooooooooo!!"
I scream as I lunge for the OFF button, finally TAKING OUT the dvd from the player. Something we apparently overlooked last night.
Whoops.
A thousand things flew through my head in a second's time. I mean, we don't even let the girls watch Arthur from PBS for Pete's sake! And here, they were all exposed to a gruesome battle scene.
*This is me beating my head up on the floor as I bemoan my parental failings*
And there stood Raegan. Unmoving. Silently staring at the blank screen. Until she spoke with so much feeling I could never put it to words:
"Wooooah. WHAT. was. that?!"
It so made me laugh...and most likely is one of those times that you have to know her personality, voice, and body language in order to fully appreciate the moment.
But man, that girl has got some personality. and can add humor to most any situation. How I love her.
And how I will *forever* remember to remove the one R-rated movie we own from the player before Raegan walks into the room.
