Thought I'd pop in a movie for my poor, sick kids, so I could clean the kitchen and write this blog.
Wrong. Instead, this happened:
"Mom, is the bat a good guy?"
"He doesn't seem to hate Anastasia, he must be good?"
"How can Rasputin tear his whole body apart?"
"How is he bad?"
"If he can't die, like in the beginning, mom, how come he can die at the end?"
"How can bats come out of his body? I just want you to tell me why? And what is selling your soul? And who is the devil? If Anastasia's grandmother killed him, then how could he sell his soul?"
"What even is a soul? Is hell bad? Where is his blood? Is Rasputin an alien?"
"Why does he hate Anastasia? I don't understand. He looks like a person. Are you telling me he's not a person? Why does he still look like a person then? WHY DOE HIS BODY KEEP COMING APART? Mom. MOM."
"If he's already dead, how can he die again? Is he dead? Is he a zombie? The bad guy, well, is everything broken? His mustache, his lips, his eyes, even his butt?"
"Why would the devil want souls? I don't think the devil is in this movie? Do I have a soul? Can I sell it?"
"Why is the bad guy trying to kill Anastasia? He should be trying to kill the grandma."
"Why is that boy sad now? Why is he scared about Anastasia being a princess?"
"Now she's wearing dresses all the time. When is she going to be in shirt and pants again? Do princesses always wear dresses? Can I wear whatever I want all the time, too? Why aren't I a princess, mommy?"
Guess I'll go do the dishes and tidy up instead.