We were perched on the couch watching Really Bad Reality TV aka That Show the Little Kid Should Have Won aka America's got Talent. Alexis was entirely too amused by the guy with the "wiggly eyebrows" and I was wondering how the heck this became my life. I don't do reality TV. I especially don't do reality TV involving wiggly eyebrows.
The show broke for commercials so Alexis flew off the couch and ran to her coloring books and crayons. She wanted to squeeze a few moments of artistic fun. I ran to the kitchen to make us some popcorn. The show had already resumed by the time I returned to my assigned couch cushion, so Alexis was there waiting for me.
As I started to sit down, Alexis said, "Momma."
"Yes," I replied.
"You should talk to your doctor about your electile dysfunction," she said.
I guess she's right. I always have trouble getting my electile to work right.
