Wipeout

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

Note to self: Never, I repeat NEVER, watch a show called "Wipeout" with a 2 year old, a 5 year old, and an 8 year old. That is, if you value your children's lives and hope your furniture might last for more than another month!

As a family, we sat down to watch T.V. together last night. This is usually a private ritual that often takes place when the children are in bed, free of animation or stupid jokes told while we watch fathers all over the nation get hit you-know-where as their children gleefully swing objects at them. (WHY do we laugh EVERY time this happens? Why, America's Funniest Home Videos, WHY?) However, with all of the foolishness going on outside (aka 180 degree weather), the only energy we could muster up was the energy it took to walk from the kitchen table to the couch. Sad, but true.

So, we tuned into a show Nurse Boy and the boys wanted to watch. It is called Wipeout. It is some sort of competitive "game show". One where the contestants have to defy the laws of gravity with every obstacle placed in front of them over the course of an action packed hour. I am pretty sure that every contestant leaves with a concussion and a trip to the ER.

Frankly, I am amazed we didn't end up in the ER ourselves last night. During each commercial break, the children began reenacting every obstacle they had just watched ON MY FURNITURE! Sweet Pea almost killed herself about 8 times. I didn't even know she had those moves in her. Impressive, but scary.

My poor, poor furniture.

Oh, and I am glad the kids are o.k. And that they will NEVER jump on my furniture like that again.

Oh, who am I kidding...