Worst Mother EVER!

I got the Boy a copy of "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" Thursday. He liked it a LOT, and made me read it a bunch of times. He liked it so much that I showed him the cartoon last night, and let him watch the entire movie with Jim Carrey this morning.

Now, he's afraid to go to bed because he's frightened of the Grinch. I had to lie down with him last night and tonight to get him to go to sleep.

I can just hear him bitching to his therapist about me when he's fifty.