We had a good day yesterday.
Sasha was happy, polite, ate well, and slept.
I, however, showed what a bad mother I am. You see, while Sasha played, I watched Sweeney Todd.
I didn't think about it at the time, but Sasha dancing wildly to songs about baking people into pies should creep me out. But it didn't. I actually didn't even think about it.
Till it was pointed out to me.
It just struck me as funny, though. Probably because I grew up to songs like this and I turned out alright.
Am I totally alone in this?