Picture the scene. Me in role of taxi driver in the front of the car, daughter and friend in back chatting as I bring them home from dancing.
Daughter: I'm going for a sleepover at Georgia's tonight.
Friend: Will you watch the X-Factor?
Daughter: Not sure. We're planning on watching Death Threat House Spiders.
(My ears prick up. This sounds DEEPLY unsuitable...)
Me: Well, I'm not sure about that! Sounds a bit scary! I think I'll need to talk to Georgia's Mum about that.
Daughter: It's alright. You know I've watched it before.
Me: Death Threat House Spiders?
Daughter: NO! Desperate Housewives!
Cue uncontrollable giggles.