Okay, so maybe I'm not the best example of fine parenting that the world has to offer; but dammit... We sure do have a good time!
My husband went camping with his family the day after Thanksgiving, leaving me and the pip in a clean house full of food for two whole days (don't judge, I don't camp; and in my defense, Isla has been having this weird thing at night where she wakes up, struggling to breathe–we still don't know what it is. So we decided to lie to her, like the good parents that we are, and tell her that none of her cousins were going to be there so she'd want to stay home with me instead).
I don't know about you, but I can only handle so much SpongeBob and Scooby-Doo before I want to go into her room and rip all the heads off her Barbies. "Want to see if we can find a movie on Netflix?" I ask, while hypnotizing her with a Hostess Ding-Dong. I hand her the chocolate puck, grab the remote and start surfing through waves upon waves of bad movies. And then I see it, rated PG by the Motion Picture Association of America. Should I? Oh what the hell... It's under the children and family section, so it must be okay for kids, right?
Nacho Libre is, by far, one of the most idiotic films ever made–and she loved every minute of it. She even laughed at the things that I thought were funny, which to be honest, made for a tolerable Friday night. "Let's watch it again when it's over!" She cheered, while joyfully singing along with Jack Black's alter ego as he pranced across the screen wearing uncomfortably snug blue and red tights, "Encarnacióóóóóóóóóóóón... Encarnaci hó hó hó hó hón!" *Blink* *Sigh* Oh my God... What have I done?
By the time her father came back from his trip, she had mastered the flexed butt move, and most likely become the only six-year-old American female critic that the Mexican wrestling world has ever known. Now you might wonder if I've ever regretted hitting that play button so many nights ago. And you may find yourself searching for answers to obvious questions... Has her innocence been scarred forever? Did you hit the mute button when he called that guy a douche? What the hell kind of mother lets her first grader watch a movie like that anyway?
Well, the answer is simple... It is nacho business!