My son is watching this cartoon about a cat and a goldfish and some weird blue thing, and I'm supposed to be doing something productive but I'm sitting on the couch instead, watching these characters roast each other in ways that shouldn't be in a kids show.
The writing is insane. The jokes land different when you're an adult, darker, meaner, funnier. I'm laughing while my son is just consuming it, not even getting why I'm losing it over a scene about a kid trying to sell his organs.
I tell my wife it's actually brilliant and she looks at me like I've lost it. But then she sits down and by episode 3 she's hooked too. We're competing to watch ahead without the kid, bonding over a cartoon about a family that's as broken as ours sometimes feels.
Now when he says he's watching
"THE WONDERFUL WEIRD WORLD OF GUMBALL" I don't roll my eyes, I clear my schedule. It's become my show too, this thing he introduced me to that I wasn't supposed to care about. The weird blue thing gets more laughs out of me than anything on grown up TV.
My son thinks he's babysitting me.