I had on the 19 Kids and Counting show this morning.
And, forewarning, I've got another post about the show in edit right at this moment, so I should think you'd be best served by learning to deal now.
So I was playing a DVR'd episode of the show this morning- yes, I not only watch the show, I record it.
For anyone who is not currently sneering at their screen, I'll give a brief description of the show. Super religious couple, they have 19 children. Nope, none adopted. Her poor uterus. The oldest child, Josh, is married to Anna, and they have a baby.
That's all you need to know to appreciate this.
So we're watching this episode- that is, Ethan is sitting on the sofa with me, Sam is in the room- I'm pretty sure he'll claim he wasn't watching. This bit of the episode is focused on Josh and Anna and baby, getting baby ready, taking baby on trip, hoping baby will be good on the plane, blah blah blah. Ethan is kind of absorbing this, seemingly not paying too much attention. He wrinkles up his nose, squints up his beautiful blues... "*scoff* They're penguins."
Eh? I raise an eyebrow to Sam. He shrugs. Back to Ethan. "What?"
Ethan rolls his eyes, gets up to walk out of the room. "They. Are penguins."
"What does that meeaann?" I whine after him.
He turns back around, flings a hand toward the television. "They never put that baby down."
Wow. Apparently Ethan, at seven, has already decided he's not a fan of attachment parenting. I probably shouldn't mention to him that he spent his first eight months of life sleeping in a co-sleeper.