Husband and I are big fans of the Big Bang Theory. For those that know us and the show, it's a good fit. We were both part of the geek class in high school. Since I just spent the afternoon playing Scrabble online, one might fairly postulate I am still in the geek class.
Anyway, the kids perhaps know they are destined for geekdom and have taken a fancy to the show. So we watch occasionally. Usually I prescreen the episodes to make sure they were appropriate. But tonight I thought we would watch the first few episodes of the series. I remembered that the boys were at the height of their geekiness and I reasoned that there would be no talk of sex, or pillow talk or inappropriate language.
I guess I knew I was in trouble within 10 seconds when the Sheldon and Leonard walked into a sperm donation clinic for geniuses. At this point, I could turn off the TV and deal with a geyser of hostility and disappointment. Or I could roll the dice and and hope that they didn't ask what a sperm donor is.
I opted for the latter.
The scene was over and I thought my plan had worked. Then Jackson said "wait, what were they doing there?"
"It's a place where geniuses can go."
"To do what?"
"To donate some DNA."
"Well, to make genius babies, I guess."
"But what kind of DNA?"
"Well, you know DNA."
"Mommy, what kind of DNA?"
"The kind that makes babies."
Dodged that bullet.
Then the next line came: "today we tried masturbating for money".
"Mommy, I don't understand what he just said."