Tiny Black Square Nipple Boobies?

So, I was in the kitchen making dinner last night. I had the TV on and a pre-recorded episode of Oprah was playing in the great room. It was an episode that I found a little disturbing so I wasn't paying full attention.

For those who didn't see it...the episode was about people with OCD and a camp for OCDness that they went to .....apparently to OCDify themselves. As part of the camp therapy they spend all day for three days subjected to those things that are their biggest fears.

Most of them were OCD about germs in one form or another. One guy hadn't sat on a toilet in years because he was afraid the germs would kill him.... he relieved himself in his yard instead. Another woman spent 5 hours every day disinfecting her house. I really wish I could relate.... I think I could use a touch of OCD in my life.

Anyway, they spent their three days in camp doing nasty things to get them over their germophobia.... Touching... no, I'm sorry, not just touching, but RUBBING their hands along the inside rim of the toilet and then licking their fingers. K. That's just gross. I don't have OCD and there is no way in hell they'd get me to do that. Or rubbing their hands in the inside of trash dumpsters and then licking their fingers. I know drastic times call for drastic measures....but....there just HAS to be a better way!

Anyway, that wasn't the purpose of this post.....

So I'm done making dinner and had forgotten about the TV. The recording was over and had stopped on the playback status screen and I hadn't realize it because I was only half watching it to begin with. So I called everyone to the table for dinner. And was talking to the kids about their day at school when out of no-where Hefty Smurf (my 11 year old) says.....

"ummm...mom....EW!.....can we please change the channel on the TV?"

HUH?.......I turn around and this......







.....is what was on the TV.

A couple of square nippled boobies advertising breast enlargements for the bargain price of $2488.

Even Oprah isn't safe...Oprah commercials have turned rated R. Oh, I'm sorry, My mistake..... it's not rated R because they thought to put black squares in place of the brown circled nipples.....that makes all the difference ya know.

Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not freaking out because my kids saw a couple boobies. I'm not from the breed of mothers who freak out because my kids saw a little boobie on TV.....or saw two adults kissing on TV......I'm from the breed that thinks if you make a big deal out of that stuff then it will beCOME a big deal.

.....but......my point is.....Seriously?.......what's up with the little black squares? They show an entire boobie on the screen but because they put a tiny black square over the tiny brown circle....it's ok? I mean who makes these rules?! Of course my kids thought this hilarious and gross and intriguing all in the same breath.... laughing, staring, and EWing for the next 10 minutes before it occurred to me to shut the TV off. I'm a good mom like that.

On another note.

My daughter came across the photo I scanned and posted in yesterday's post of her and Dreamy Smurf playing in the grass. She brings the photo to me and says...

"Mama, is this when Dreamy used to like me?"

How sad is that ya'll. It broke my heart that my little girl thinks her big brothers don't like her. Sometimes (most of the time) they are the best big brothers in the world ....but there are times....and apparently those are the times that stick in her brain.....that they are quite intolerant and mean. I told her that Dreamy and Hefty LOVE her and showed her pictures of when she was born and her brothers were holding her and loving her and SMILING at this new member of our family. But she wasn't buying it.

Then, shortly after this, she had a little play date with her friend from pre-school. This is the first play date with this particular friend. This was yesterday afternoon while the boys were still at school. They were sitting at the kitchen table and playing dolls and Smurfette asks me "Mom, when will the boys be home?"....."In about an hour" I answered. "And when is A going home?" Again, I answered "In about an hour". I then overheard her tell her friend...

"I really hope you get to meet my boys....they are SO cute and REALLY funny."

She's oozing with pride for "her boys" but thinks they don't like her!

That. just. breaks. my. heart.

I'm gonna have to have a long talk with "her boys"!