PG-13

I am not a fan of the PG-13 rating. I think if you tallied all of the cheesy, raunchy, sleazy and devious movies ever made and sorted them out by rating, the PG-13 pile would much higher than you might guess. I can understand the reasoning behind it...that the particularly rated movie is not intended for young children regardless of the parent's ability to guide, but I find a lot of the movies in this category like wolves in sheep clothing. Kind of like the old trick of pricing something a $_.99. You see the "PG" first and sometimes you don't think about the 13. Especially when you get into the thirty something years. Thirteen seems so young. It can't be that bad.

Preaching wasn't really my purpose when I started typing. My original purpose was simply to warn anyone reading this post that it was PG-13, then I started thinking about PG-13 and all of the reasons I didn't like it and all of the movies I've seen and wished I hadn't with that rating and I became distracted. A while back, many blogs posted their blog rating. I copied, but not publicly and wouldn't you know it, my blog got a PG-13 rating! It highlighted words like "missionary" and "murder" found in my text. Murder must be from a book review and who knew missionary made me such a rebel? Vroom!

So, back to my PG-13 post...

Thursday is the day my sister-in-law, Kelly, and I swap kiddos. This afternoon was so beautiful, so...almost autumnlike that after we picked Seth up after school (on time!!!), I followed the signs to a never-been-played-at-by-my-kids park. It was small, secluded and empty! With five young people to keep track of, I was grateful for its unpopularity.

Dirt never fails to keep young boys entertained.

My charge

Henry sporting his mother's high school colors!
Stand and cheer for the gold and brown....

Everyone was having a grand time running around, climbing, digging with their sticks when I mozied over to the swings. There weren't any baby swings with the swaddled seats, so I placed Henry on my lap and we swung in tandem. That's when I saw THEM.

I heard the cars stop and park. As nobody came to the the playground, I figured the cars belonged to owners or guests of the homes in the cul-de-sac. I was wrong. It was a rend-ez-vous!

There, not far from the innocent eyes of my precious littles, were a couple of middle aged somebodies engaging in very PG-13 behavior. Once my attention was caught, I found myself constantly rubbernecking to see if some sort of emergency evacuation of the park was necessary.

The clothes stayed on, but the positions were compromising, to say the least. This was not some lovers picnic. In fact, if I put on my little private detective hat, my guess is that the meeting was clandestine, and that my discovery of an unpopular, secluded park might have been a spoiler for them. And with my private detective hat on, I pulled out my handy, dandy digital camera for the photo op.

Matt innocently digs in the sand, while the tasteless couple carries on in the background.

My private-eye zoom lens!

They left before we did. Once they sat up, rolled up their blanket and walked back to the place they parked their car, I saw that he wore a ring, and she did not. They got in their separate cars and drove off.

Mind you, I had recently finished reading The Good Earth, and wasn't feeling very optimistic about the male species in general, but watching them left a very bad taste in my mouth. Of course, they could have been a busy couple in a house full of 10 kids, and this was their moment to themselves to reconnect as a couple....and her ring doesn't fit her anymore because she's lost so much weight and hasn't had it resized yet.....

Or not.

There. Now my PG-13 rating is justified.