Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.
The Spawn of Shakespeare and I find ourselves spending a questioningly healthy amount of time bonding over various episodes, new and repeated, of Bones.
And I keep asking myself whether or not the show is entirely appropriate for children…
On one hand, they can name the majority of the bones in the skeletal system, know how to use fabric softener to restore dehydrated appendages, and can recognize all of the occupational markers of being a violinist.
On the other, they’re starting to appear awfully unaffected by the sight of a rotting corpse.
And here I thought that when they told me motherhood would be about making the tough decisions, they were talking about things like breastfeeding or spanking or cloth-diapering…
You know…
Trivial shit.