Day 5 - Busted

Yup, it happened. The Womack Family endeavor had a little bump in the road. One member was caught on Netflix during this "media free zone" of our lives. Busted. To me there is only one part of the word "busted" that strikes fear in my heart. And, it is being busted by your kids. The following tale is exactly what happened. Well, according to my overly dramatized imaginative self.

Yesterday we were gathering our things to leave for school. The Teen had already left for her .2 mile walk, so Little Miss and I were collecting our bags, finding shoes, etc. All of sudden she comes running into the kitchen. "Mom, when you said 'no media', I though that was for all of us! Right?" I confirmed her understanding. Two hands immediately met were hips would be if she had them and with all of the indignation she could muster, "Well, then why is DAD watching a movie in the garage?!?!?!" Busted. I assured her that he was not, she assured me he was. I told her to get her things and she could ask him as we went out to the garage to get in the car. Well, let's just say that I have never seen her move so fast. Little Miss desires to have 20 children and be a mom when she grows up. After yesterday, I think she has a future as a District Attorney.
-Why are you watching a movie?
-We never discussed any exceptions?
-Who gave you permission?
-Does everyone know this is happening?
-Aren't you going to stop now?

I mean, she was in full effect. I could hear her as I was approaching the door to the garage just haranguing him. I walk out to the garage and innocently ask, "What's happening out here?" On his bicycle trainer, already breaking a sweat, the good doctor smiles and responds, "Exercise clause." I just chuckle. Little Miss is still going at it. She reasons with me all the way to middle school. By the time she gets out of the car, we are on to something else and all is well.

The day passes and we sit down to dinner last night. The Teen takes the floor and says, "What's this about an exercise clause?" Busted. All over again. I ask how she found out and she reports that Little Miss told her the whole story as soon as she got home from school. Well, it turns out that the only clause that the kids were believing in was the one that starts with Santa.

I've been thinking about this some, though. Is this where the entire family ups their exercise intake so that they can have some media access? I suppose I could ride Kevin's bicycle trainer in the garage. But, I would much prefer the image of him riding and me in a side car. I'm just sayin'.