But Daughter was given the movie at horse riding for her birthday. And on horse riding days we get home so very much later... So instead, I just put the movie on for her, and then set about making dinner, and school lunches, and emptying backpacks, and probably a load or two of laundry for good measure. Because deep down, I didn't really want to watch the movie then. And neither did her brother.
So when she emerged sobbing, dripping and snotty from her room, saying: "Something's wrong with Flicka! She won't get up! I think she may be dead. Flicka!" I was, officially, the worst. mother. ever.
Thankfully, the horse lived. Note to self: next time, watch the animal movie with the child.
TV character: Hubba Hubba Two! Other TV character: That's jibberish! Daughter, to me: So, what does that mean: Hubba Hubba Two? Me: I don't know. Daughter, in sardonic tone: They just said it's British.
Me: [searching for remote] Daughter: Are you watching Some Dangerous Fish now? Me: ...? Daughter: Are you going to watch your show: Dangerous Fish? Me: ... Uhh ... Daughter: With the crabs? Me: Ohhhhh. Deadliest Catch. Yep!