This weekend as we were channel surfing, we happened upon The Lawrence Welk Show.  Brian’s Grandma watched this show religiously when he was younger, so he was used to seeing it in all it’s 1970’s splendor.  The show actually aired for many decades, but we are pretty sure the episode we saw was circa 1970’s.

The children were mesmerized.  There was MUSIC! And Dancing!  And horrible fashion choices!

I was almost blinded by the middle-aged, slightly pudgy white man in the sky-blue polyester leisure suit dancing to a polka.  Fervently dancing.  Honestly, I think I may have been permanently harmed.

The children had been captivated by the show.  Sitting there in awe of what was unfolding before their pure, wholesome eyes.  They had no idea of the atrociousness of the hair styles, clothing and music.  I mean, they were listening to elevator music

When we could take no more, we were met with shrieks of, “I want to see the music!!!” when we turned the channel.  So young…so completely unsullied by fashion sense and taste in music.

Sorry, our dear children.  There are limits to our love…it’s sad, but true.  We can handle watching Cars several times in a row, but watching The Lawrence Welk Show for more than 10 minutes is tantamount to TORTURE.