Case in point:
We’re riding along, the family in the van, and I’m telling hubby about a conversation I had with a crafty friend wherein we discussed the difference between American television programming and that of the UK. Friend told me about her fiance visiting, and being appalled when he saw Terminator on at, like, 10 a.m. Meanwhile, in the UK, one can see boobs at all hours on t.v. without warning.
From the back seat comes this little voice that very matter-of-factly says “I like boobs on t.v.! And cars. And trucks.”