As I have said my niece and nephew have discovered The Simpsons. This is all kinds of awesome. They come into my room, turn on The Simpsons, and we just laugh and laugh. Recently, we watched Lemon of Troy followed by Bart on the Road, two favorites.
Also, as I haven't said but is pretty obvious, I have the emotional maturity of a fifth-grade boy.
And therein lies the problem.
The Simpsons occasionally have an entendre or an adult-ish joke. I don't know whether my niece and nephew get these jokes or just get that the jokes are jokes they don't get. But they look at me. And of course, I am cracking up.
For instance, a recent episode saw the Simpsons in Washington DC. Marge is looking at the Washington Monument, starts giggling, whispers something to Homer, who replies, Grow up, Marge.
I don't know if my niece understood why Marge was laughing. But she turns to me and says, Oh grow up, Marge. I laughed.
I suspect I am a bad influence.
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