If you have ever checked out my DailyMile posts or Facebook page or this blog, then you probably know that my nightly workouts consist of running on my treadmill and watching NCIS. I love that show and I love my treadmill. And on the rare occasion when the USA Network doesn't have three or more back-to-back episodes on, I have a moment of panic.
J loves the show too. He's seen every episode. So, he "gets it." Our kids, well, our kids have never seen it. At least I think. Yesterday, I learned that Dizzle may be watching it on the sly.
You see, I made pumpkin brownies for dessert. I took them out of the oven and told the girls not to touch them. Both Dizzle and Doodle were hovering. Again, I told them not to touch them. That they could have one if they ate their dinner. As I turned around, Doodle yelled (which is kind of her normal volume), "I'M NOT GONNA TOUCH THEM!"
I turned back and Dizzle said, "She's lying." I asked her how she knew. To which she replied ...
"She's looking to the left."
What?!?! How the heck did she know that? And then G reminded me about my NCIS obsession. And said it might be rubbing off on Dizzle. Hmm. Well, I guess there are worse things.