We quite enjoy this weekly foray into the mad ranch where unfortunate overweight Americans are subjected to the neo-Nazi tendancies of Gillian and the Man. The Man seems quite nice, but Gillian has got the dead eyes of a shark. Or worse, the dead eyes of a TV presenter Who Will Get Her Team to Weep on Telly At Any Cost.
I'm scared of Gillian. She's the sort of dame that would flush your head down the toilet for looking at her the wrong way. Plus she's got Madonna arms and buns of steel.
Anyhoo, in my bid to educate Sonshine in the ways of the world, we were chatting about how pretty the girls were - even though they were kinda heavy. He said that they were pretty and that weight didn't really matter to him - he liked people for how they were, not how they looked.
Admirable. But remmber, he's a lying little toad. Anyhoo, I'll overlook that fact and we'll stick with faintly saintly thoughts about Sonshine.
He pointed to the heaviest girl: 'She's got a nice face and she weighs in at 400 lilibites.'he said.
'Hmmm - come again? I'm a bit hard of hearing on that side. I thought you said she was 400 lilibites.'
'Yeah, I did. Look.'
I glanced up at the screen and there it was, the girl's weight in POUNDS or LBs to you and me.
Stuffing my hankie in my mouth to stop a massively offensive guffaw of laughter (Look, I cry when Fuhrer Gillian makes her team cry, cos some of them have heart-breaking stories) and it all became clear.
Sonshine is a scion of the digital age - so, when he sees kb, it equals kilobytes, mb equals megabytes....so it seemed entirely logical that when he saw 400 lb, it stood for 400 lilibytes.
And so it came to pass that 'pounds' died a death in our house last night, silent and unmourned....and, in its place, the lilibite rules supreme.
The pound is dead, long live the lilibyte.