Going through Julianna’s DVR recordings tonight:

J: Oooh, Daddy. I want to see the one with the Hot Princess.

Me: Seriously. “Hot” Princess? You know that a Princess can be “Hot?” Where do you get this stuff? You’ve been watching way too much TV. And I know that I contribute to this by working in an industry which promulgates body-image stereotypes on girls and young women which are totally unrealistic and warp their sense of beauty and self-worth? God, I’m horrible.

J: No, Dad… I meant she’s actually “hot.” She’s the FIRE Princess. From “Adventure Time.”

Me: Oh. From “Adventure Time.” You mean the show that has won numerous Emmy and Annie Awards? And is considered one of the best of the current generation’s animated series?

J: I guess. I don’t know. I’m only seven.

Me: Ok, then… Never mind. (As Emily Litella would say… Google it, if you must.)

Yeah, sue me. I embellished that one a bit. (But it all flashed through my mind in an instant.)