TOO MUCH TV

ME: Julius, I’m back!

GRAMMY: Good thing, too. I’ve been trying to get him out from under that bed for two hours.

ME: Under the bed? What’s he doing under the bed?

GRAMMY: Damned if I know. We were watching the TV and all of a sudden, he runs off screaming. I thought maybe he’d stuck his finger in the electric socket or something.

ME: Grammy, you didn’t let him watch something inappropriate did you? You know how sensitive he is.

GRAMMY: Good God, Barbara, I’m old, not an idiot. I can wait for him to leave before I put on the porn.