Watching Taskmaster with your kids

It’s a little naughty, but the inside jokes my nine-year-old and I share from watching this goofy British game show together (walking around the house like Bridget Christie, “it’s okay because we have the same juice” every time we share a drink or an ice cream cone) far outweigh whatever innuendos she might be absorbing. Plus, I’ve rarely laughed as hard while trying to pretend I wasn’t laughing as when I heard my 5yo call the granola bar she couldn’t open a prick.