On Friday Sprout came down with the stomach bug. We’re not usually big TV people, but since it was in his best interest to rest and stay mellow, we let him watch the movie Cars. Then I proceeded to spend the weekend complaining to anyone who would listen about the improper language in the movie and why in the world can’t anyone make a nice, appropriate, children’s movie anymore??
Fast forward to yesterday evening. I get home from work and Sprout is excited to show me all the treasures his bio mom gave him during their visit (she didn’t show last week so I guess there was lots of making up to do). A monster truck. A duck for the bathtub. A dollar. And, a movie. He was especially psyched about the movie.
You know why the joke’s on me? Well, after I spent days complaining about a G rated kid’s film, his mom gives him a DVD thats rated PG-13, and full of violence and sexual innuendo (no, we didn’t watch it. I had seen it before). Apparently he’s 3 going on 13? As an added bonus, he also told A no less than 5 times that we’re not his mommies and that Rosebud belongs to his mom only.
Ahhh, the joys of coparenting.