My children- and let's face it - my husband, love the 'Dukes of Hazzard.'
In fact, Steven even gets touchy when I poke fun at the obviously fake backgrounds and impossible jumps.
Maybe he thinks it's real.
It isn't unusual for L to holler out, "Oh no! Cooter is in jail!", or "Uncle Jesse flipped his truck!" with the same amount concern as she would if it was someone she knew in real life.
Of course, B watches from the couch quietly until his cry of "woo hoo!" - followed by a fist pump in the air - pierces the air. He gets a little excited about the completely
(I am sure you know the episode I am talking about. It includes the Dukes being chased by Boss Hogg, Rosco messing up their plan, the Dukes getting in a fist fight, Daisy wearing short shorts and Uncle Jesse bringing the group together. Cooter fixes a truck and the end up hanging out at the Boar's Nest. You know the one, right?)
I should embrace their love of this show.
I should and I will.
.....as soon as I get over having to (pretend) play to be Luke Duke when I was 5 years old because the other girl at the babysitter was prettier than me (and had long hair) and got to be Daisy when we were re-enacting scenes from the Dukes of Hazzard. I mean, come on! First, I have to be play a boy....and then it has to be Luke Duke?
Every one knows that Bo Duke was the cutest boy. What were they trying to say?
Wait! On second thought, I don't think I want to know.