"It Kills Weeds Down To The Roots, Mommy!"

This is the sentence that was uttered to me a few days ago by Spencer. The conversation went something like this:

Me: We're going to run by Sonic and then we need to go to Home Depot really quickly.
Spencer: Why are we going to Home Depot?
Me: Well, we need ant killer, poison ivy killer, and grass killer.
Spencer: You should get weed killer. It kills weeds down to the roots, Mommy! I saw that on a commercial.
Me: :-l Hmmm...ok, maybe.

Today, we had a conversation that went like this:

Me: Spencer, I forgot to pack you a cereal bar, but I've got this kind from Ms. Laura (who is my boss).
Spencer: Oh, I like Nutra-Grain bars! They can help you eat good all day long. I saw that on tv!
Me: Hmmmm...ok.

Between conversations like that, the fact that he identified Hugh Laurie as Dr. House while watching "101 Dalmatians," and his frequent humming of the Cialis theme song, I've come to the conclusion that we watch too much tv.

I'm one of those "tv as background noise" people. I don't like the quiet and the radio stations here are crap (I think I've decided they are pretty racist too as the music they play is 98% white people, but that's a whole other post), so the tv has been my go to noise since Jake was deployed. You'd think the boys would make enough noise on their own, but whatever.

I know that to curb Spencer's viewing habits, I have to curb mine. That thought makes me want to fall to the ground kicking and screaming. I have a very regimented weekly tv schedule that I so look forward to each night. After chasing 4 babies all day and then coming home to cook, clean, attend play dates, work in the yard, etc., I enjoy sitting down at night and watching tv. Watching it after the fact on hulu just isn't the same.

So I'm just going to go watch Ultimate Fighter while I ponder a solution, ok?