I don't write this to bash on my mom; I truly believe that first, she wants to make sure that her grandchildren have the absolute best and second, that her memory is selective with regards to this.
The fact that I can say without the shadow of a doubt that my sibs and I watched far more television than Belle does means very little in the great scheme of things. My brother and sister don't watch TV excessively as adults, and I almost never watch TV at all.
I guess it's more the selective memory that my mother exemplified ... and the realization that I and pretty much everyone I know is guilty of that same sort of rewriting of history, if only in their minds.
Why do we lie to ourselves about things that, when push comes to shove, really don't matter at all? And do we believe ourselves?