I'm fine with taking the good with the bad. Really, I am. We have not heard the Washed Up Latina Whore's name around these parts ALL WEEK. It's such a beautiful thing, and we owe it all to Snow White.

But.

I don't know if I had ever actually watched that entire movie before this past week. I know I was fairly familiar with the premise, but somewhere along the line I totally didn't remember some of the more "interesting" parts of Snow White. You know, like the part where there's a guy with a giant dagger trying to stab Snow White to death. I also forgot about how the forest comes to life as a terrified Snow White runs for her life. Then there's the whole thing where the evil queen wants Snow White's heart delivered to her in the box. Mickey? Was not thinking about the two-year old kids when he made that movie.

But yet, Alexis LOVES that movie. She has watched it approximately eighty eleven seventeen bajillion times this week. Each time she watches it's like watching a mental patient going on and off meds in fast forward. She's happy! She's sad. She's happy! She's sad. The poor kid stands there staring at the TV alternating between BAWLING her eyes out and nearly falling over laughing. She really can't handle the scary parts, but refuses to to just stop the madness.

It's exhausting to watch. And heart-wrenching.

We've tried reasoning with her. We've tried explaining things to her. We've tried cutting her off altogether. We've finally resorted to trying to protect the poor kid from her own sensitive self. We stand there, right next to her, with the remote in hand, quickly fast forwarding every time a scary scene comes up.

Who would have thought that a six-year old Washed Up Latina Whore would be a better babysitter than the fair-skinned young woman who lives with seven short people?