When I was a little girl the "I Love Lucy" show came on every Sunday night at 8pm. I loved the show but since my bedtime was 8:15 My Mother would send me up to bed in the middle of the show, I was really enjoying it so I would try to stall, I would say "Mom did I have my milk?" She would say "Yes" then I would ask "Mom did I have my cookie" and she would answer "Yes" in a more angry tone. Before I could ask a third question my Dad would say to my Mom ,Let her finish watching the show. Then she would scream at him and say "Well then you wake her up in the morning for school." I would feel bad she raised her voice at him and I would run up the stairs to my room. I never got to see the end of the show ,but it was better than hearing my Mom holler at my Dad.