I’m not much of a TV watcher. I occasionally listen to episodes of blackish and grownish, but that’s about it.

A few weeks ago, though, I overheard snippets of a cartoon my nine-year-old was watching. I giggled once, then twice, then again, and finally looked up to watch. For a few minutes.

Li’l D, noting my interest, asked if I wanted to watch a few episodes with him. At eleven minutes per episode, I felt I could commit to that. I was also reasonably sure that was all I’d watch.

Um, yeah. Th...