Periodically, the boys would get excited over an act. They would tell me to look up from my book and watch. R. just sat cuddled up next to me, quietly enjoying the performances.
At one point something intrigued her enough that she sprang up from my side. She squealed, "OOOOHHHH Mommy, what's she doing?"
I glanced at the television and saw this:
"I'm not sure honey, ask daddy."
I pretended to go back to my reading. As I glanced over the top of the book, I peered at my husband.
"Daddy, Daddy?! What's that lady doing?"
Mr. Schmitty, lost in his own world, snapped to attention and practically shouted at the poor child.
"Never mind, go read a book!"