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Fist Things First

Fist Things First

I don’t watch a lot of television; it’s not that I am “that mom” who doesn’t want her kids to watch because it is a bad influence, so she only watches during the darkest hours of the night while alone. If fact it’s the opposite, on the one hand, I truly believe if someone is going to be a bad influence on my son, it is going to be me. On the other, I don’t do anything alone, if I’m doing it, so is my seven year-old.

That being said, I do occasionally watch TV and I am a huge fan of The Big Bang Theory. It airs on Thursdays and that is the one night we sit in front of the TV, because if I’m watching it, so is my little constant companion.

Following The Big Bang is Life In Pieces. There are a couple of reasons I like this show. The first is Betsy Brant (I LOVE HER!), I meet her while she was in Breaking Bad, she is super cool and has that vibe like she is one of your closest friends, even though you just shook hands. Also, being from Albuquerque, I am a fan of Breaking Bad. The second reason is Life is full of dry witty sarcasm, and has me thoroughly entertained through the entire episode.

If you are unfamiliar with the show, it’s a series of short stories about a large dysfunctional family. In this evening’s episode, the first short story was about the realities of not sleeping when you have a newborn. The new parents suffer from the “stupids,” due to the fact that they are only getting a couple of hours of sleep at a time. If you’re a parent, you know exactly what I’m talking about and can relate, just as I did. And it’s always funnier to watch someone else’s pain, after yours is long gone.

This is the kicker from that story … wait for it, it’s worth it, and at the end.

While I was sitting on the couch, enjoying my show, this inspired Azul to jump on my lap, his five fingers clenched in a little ball, while waving it in the air, and yelling in attack mode, “I’m going to fist you!”

Already giddy from the show, I was barely able to hold in my laughter. Teary eyed, with my lip shaking, I replied, “My love, don’t say that, that’s not what it means.” At this point, I did have to wipe away the saliva that developed in the corners of my lips, from repressing my laughter. (Yes, I was actually foaming at the mouth!)

He looked at me as if I was the crazy one and followed-up with, “I know! It means five hot dogs.”

That’s when I lost it. Doubled over as if I were punched! (Not to be confused with being fisted.)

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