My oldest son, W., has gotten hooked on reruns of the television show Malcolm In The Middle. I had never seen the show before and only knew that it was a comedy. The IMDb (Internet Movie Database) lists it's plot as: "A gifted young teen tries to survive with his dimwitted, dysfunctional family".
I really had no idea that there was a sitcom based on our family. I might as well scrap that script. Heh.
Okay, back to my story. So, W. has been using the DVR to record his new favorite show. He watches episodes every chance he gets. He asked me to sit with him a few times and I must say, I do find it pretty funny. But I'm sure you're not surprised, as I do have the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy.
The mom on the show, Lois, is my hero. The way she whips those boys into shape; I find her inspiring. And as I take notes on ways to torment my own offspring, I can see the wheels turning in their heads. They too are mentally recording new ways to torture me as they watch the Wilkerson boys wreak havoc.
It's family fun for all!
Now, this show is rated PG. A few TV appropriate cuss words are randomly thrown out. I think this is one of the appealing factors for my son. At his age, cuss words rule! There is also some sexual innuendo at times. Nothing too risqué, mostly parental kissing and such. Most of it just disgusts my boys, which in turn, adds to my amusement.
Last night we were watching an episode which involved Malcom's nasty, evil grandmother. The family was rushing grandma out the door, on the way to the airport, after an apparently LONG visit. She slipped on a leaf and fell. The old bitty then hired a lawyer so she could sue her own daughter. In the same day, Lois finds out she is pregnant again and screams, "WE CAN'T EVEN AFFORD THE ONES WE HAVE!!"
Lois approaches her mother, convinced her mom will do the right thing, and drop the lawsuit. She tells her she is having another child and that they can barely get by as it is. The grandmother agrees that this new development changes everything.
"You should settle!" She exclaims.
"WHAT?!!" Lois cries.
"It's not my fault you can't keep your legs closed!" She shoots back.
"What does that mean?" W. inquired.
My eyes got big. I was sure that would have gone completely over his head. I looked to Mr. Schmitty. The expression on his face told me that he'd be absolutely no help.
I opened my mouth to say, well, I have no idea what. I kind of just stammered.
"Mom, tell me! What does settle mean?"
I practically fell off my chair laughing!!!