WHY I DON'T LIKE TV

I'm having a very peaceful Sunday. I'm mending a pinched nerve between my shoulders and so I have been reading for a couple hours. Things are going smoothly. The boys ask if they can watch tv and I agreed. It wasn't on for 1 minute, tuned in to The Most Extreme show on Animal Planet and I hear some guy explaining the most intimate moments of fertilization with humans. Wait!!! How did we go from an extreme fish to people? I didn't even have time to react. In 15 seconds, his narrative was over and all the beans were spilled. The birds and bees were explained. Health class completed. My internal body temperature raised several degrees because of embarssment and partial from anger that the whole situation happened. My part, my job as parent was taken over in a flash by the tube and that special speech I have been holding off to have with my boys was taken from me. And that last sentence ringing between my ears.... "It takes only 20 men to repopulate the entire earth [to 6 billion]."

And as if my heart wasn't skipping beats enough, "Simon Peter" twirls around to look back at me in my bedroom and yells, "No wonder it wasn't hard to repopulate the world after the flood."
I could only reply, "Uh-huh honey."

One can only pray that most of this went over their heads and I will still have my chance to instill our values at a later point.