I turned on the television this evening and was shocked. Then shock turned to panic. Then panic merged with anger and betrayal.

I rushed across the house.

“Cheryl, did you watch any television today?”

“No, why?”

Ignoring her question: “Do you know who was the last person to watch the television in the family room?”

“I can’t think of anyone right now, why?”

Ignoring her question (don’t judge – remember – panic): “Were either of your parents over, by any chance?”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, I think my dad was in there today. Why, was still tuned to FOX News?”

She said it with a sly smile. I’ll bet she was messing with me the whole time.

I knew I’d married (and raised my kids) better than that. Still, it shows how persuasive I am. Imagine the shame, knowing someone you love watches FNC?