If my mother only knew the REAL reason I'd watch those dumb shows.
She rarely saw it, she was always running around the house doing something, cleaning, making a mess, cooking, feeding me, feeding me more, etc etc. She'd have me put it on the Spanish channel, then turn the volume way up so she could here it over the stove fan/vacuum/etc.
Makes me laugh when I think of food time at our house back then.
She'd pile the food on my plate and tell me to say "when". I'd say when after 1 or 2 scoops, and she'd always put one more on after I said when. I caught on and tried saying when right before I got how much I wanted, then she would somehow know and put 2 more scoops on my plate.
She's a tricky one.
I also have fond memories of her trying to sneak liver into my food, then me tasting it and puking.
After cleaning up my puke for the second time she stopped trying to get me to eat liver.