I'm okay with Sponge Bob.

My kids love to watch Sponge Bob. Personally, I think he's an idiot but I've recently come to realize that there are worse things the kids could want to watch. There comes a time, however, when you notice that the kids might be watching a little too much of the yellow sponge. Case in point:
We were at Jeff's parent's house on Monday because Grandma was nice enough to watch the kiddos while I went to a doctor's appointment. Grandma has gotten on a picture-hanging kick and is framing and hanging like a mad woman. She's put new pictures up in her living room and along the walls going down the staircase into the basement. Abbey could care less about the ones hanging in the living room, none of them are of her! But the ones that are going down the staircase are just at her eye level so she's pretty interested in those. As she was looking at them, she'd say excitedly, "Oh Emma! There's your friend!" or "There's __________!" (Her favorite cousin) Anyway, she was making her way down the stairs, looking at each picture, and then she came to hers. She screamed, "Jumpin' jelly fish! There's ME!!!" Thank you, Sponge Bob, for giving my daughter a non-swear word for her to use. I appreciate that.