Now, we didn't go see it in the theatres when it was first released because, well, because it looked freaking scary. And, honestly, the "other mother," "other better mother," and then, ultimately, "other psycho mother" concepts happen to be particularly awkward in a two-mother family. Not to mention a family so thoroughly engulfed in our current situation.
But they are persistent little creatures. And an unfortunate side effect of our familial circumstances has made me way more accommodating these days than I normally would be. So it wasn't a huge shock to anyone that Mama picked up not only the movie, but the 3-D edition, no less, complete with 4 sets of those goofy 80's red-and-green velum glasses and all.
So, Mommy made her popcorn. Everyone strapped on their glasses, which Chago and Saia immediately proceeded to shed less than 5 minutes into the flick, and then we dealt with the nightmares and a totally sleepless night that ensued.
What finally seemed to work was my scouring through my sewing box for two of the biggest, blackest, creepiest buttons I could find, climbing up into the top bunk with him, handing him the buttons to put into a box, and then having him close it tightly so I could throw it away.
A song, a backscratch, and a sip of water later, and the rest of the house was finally released...at least until 6-O-O, of course.