Did I ever tell you about the time Mom brought "Pulp Fiction" for us to watch as the "Christmas movie" for our family holiday get together?
She did.
My kids were young; 8, 5, and 2. This is clearly not a movie meant for them.
I complained to her that this wasn't exactly a family-oriented movie, and asked her why she picked a movie that was bound to have excessive amounts of profanity and violence.
She claimed innocence. She wasn't aware that it was such a movie, which was typical Mom. She would have popped a Brazilian fart porn tape in just to see the look on our faces had she known such a thing existed, all the while acting as shocked as the rest of us.