Before we had children we weren’t really what you would call “kid” people…as in we had no idea what the hell was appropriate or inappropriate beyond the obvious, no scotch until they’re 12, that kind of thing (I kid of course…we’re SO not scotch people).

So it wasn’t until our then almost 2 year old became enthralled with all things Tangled that my husband and I kind of looked at each other and were like…wait are they talking about breaking femurs? Oh so PG is not the lowest rating…well crap…I guess it IS a little violent. We then decided to revamp television watching and limited her screen time, allowed mostly only education shows, with the occasional movie, but the damage was done. She’s seen Nemo, The Incredibles, Shrek, and Despicable Me, etc and she likes them…a LOT.

Despite cutting back the Tangled viewings to once or twice a week, she insists on falling asleep to the soundtrack with her favorite song…EVER being I Have a Dream.  Which if you take a look at a few of the lyrics below is um….yeah…bad Mommy (I threw in the video too just for laughs).

I’m malicious, mean and scary
My sneer could curdle dairy
And violence-wise my hands are not the cleanest
But despite my evil look and my temper and my hook
I’ve always yearned to be a concert pianist

Can’t you see me on the stage performing Mozart
Tickling the ivories till they gleam
Yep, I’d rather be called deadly for my killer show-tune medley
Cuz way down deep inside I’ve got a dream

He’s got a dream
He’s got a dream
See, I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem
Though I do like breaking femurs, you can count me with the dreamers
Like everybody else, I’ve got a dream

I’ve got scars and lumps and bruises
Plus something here that oozes
And let’s not even mention my complexion
But despite my extra toes
And my goiter
And my nose
I really want to make a love connection

Can’t you see me with a special little lady
Rowing in a rowboat down a stream
Though I’m one disgusting blighter
I’m a lover, not a fighter
Cuz way down deep inside I’ve got a dream

So when we heard of the new movie Brave, we thought it could be the first movie we take her to since it is a strong female role model that doesn’t dress like those slutty Bratz dolls. We watched a preview as a family and our 2.5 year old was transfixed.  Daddy however looked over at me and said that he thought the bear may be too scary.

Wait…

The Bear is too scary…

You let her play Batman Arkham Asylum for a couple of minutes the other night and THE BEAR is too scary?

Let’s recap…THIS

Is scarier then THIS?

So now my two year old not only knows and loves Batman and The Joker and wants to be a “Super”, but she is keen to get into Mommy’s graphic novels and likes to play “Zombie”…and yet this is still preferable over say…Yo Gabba Gabba.