I love watching "16 and pregnant."
Don't judge me. I read, too.
Anyway, it's not just the riveting drama that draws me in. It's my husband's squirming that is most entertaining for me.
The husband cannot imagine Peanut one day older than she is right now. In fact, he's asked numerous times if we can just keep her at this age.
So imagine the torture he goes through picturing her 16 years old. Add on a teen pregnancy with a lippy, immature teenage father and he's practically coming out of his skin.
The past two weeks, we've watched the show with a train wreck curiosity. And each week, he gets angry, grumbles and threatens the use of firearms against any boy who even think about touching Peanut.
It always makes me think of my own father who raised two girls. He spent his career in law enforcement, a fact that could make any boy hesitate knocking on our door. To make them even more uncomfortable, he would sometimes "accidentally" leave his gunbelt on the kitchen table. That usually put the fear of God in our dates.
The husband doesn't have a gunbelt to leave out but he does have 14 years to plot to keep the boys away.