The trouble with infomercials. . .

  Ben is a morning boy.  He likes to wake up early, and once he's up he doesn't want to go back to sleep.  This is good and bad.  It's good because he's very pleasant in the morning.  It's bad because sometimes other people in the house want to be left alone to sleep, namely me and Tom (Sam leaves for work really early before anyone is awake).  To remedy his being up so early we realized that the TV is a great entertainer for him.  So every night before Sam and I go to bed we make sure that the TV is set to a PBS channel so that Ben can watch age appropriate programs in the morning when he wakes up.  He usually watches 1-2 programs before the rest of us wake up and start the morning.  Last night Sam and I forgot to leave the TV tuned to PBS, and the results were hilarious and a little worrisome.

This morning Ben came into my bedroom after watching about 30 minutes of TV and asked,
 "hey mom, do you want a Genie Bra?"
I was puzzled to say the least.  I don't ever watch TV during the day, and maybe 3 out of 7 nights I'll sit down to watch about an hour with Sam before I go to bed.  I had no clue what Ben was talking about.  So I responded, "what do you mean, a Genie Bra?"
Ben, "Mom, you know, a Genie Bra.  You wear it on your chest."
Immediately I tried changing the subject to something else.  Maybe it's just me, but I don't feel super comfortable discussing ladie's undergarments with my 4 year old son.
So I got out of bed, put my glasses and slippers on, and we walked downstairs together.  When we got down to the family room guess what was playing on the TV, an infomercial for the Genie Bra.  My innocent little 4 year old son had watched an entire 30 minute segment about bras!  That's just great.