Anyway, the other night, I was thrilled I could go to bed at a reasonable hour. (11:00 if anyone was interested.) I had finished brushing my teeth, putting on my nightgown and had snuggled under the covers and realized this: I was not tired! Dang! So I put on the tv and found that The Dark Knight was on. I hadn't seen that movie in a while. Of course, the second I started watching, Hailey woke up. So I went down the hall, tried to put her to bed again, and she would have none of it. I brought her to my room with her favourite wash cloth tight in her little grip and tried cuddling her while stuff blew up on the screen. She might not have been too keen on me watching such violence, as every time something happened, she would take her wash cloth and cover my face with it while blowing raspberries at me. I was annoyed, she was amused. I made her a bottle and she drank it. She then proceeded to spend the next hour and a half yelling "A ba ba ba ba ba ba ba!!!!" at the Joker and Two-Face. She finally fell asleep again as the credits rolled. Should she have watched with me? Should I have put on Follow That Bird instead? I don't know. Does a ten month old understand the anarchist message the Joker is trying to impart? Who really knows?
This morning, she decided to dismantle Noah's Ark and beat Phillip and Joseph in the face with it. Was this Batman's influence, or her getting back at her brothers for stealing her washcloth?