I'm the best mom ever. Or, I should be arrested.
It all started when I took my daughter Sarah to the MotorCity Buffycon and we watched ASH perform "Sweet Transvestite" from The Rocky Horror Show. I told her about how back in the '70s when I was in High School we used to go to the midnight show of the movie and throw rice, hot dogs, toast, etc. and add lines to the movie. Intrigued, she rented the video and loved it. I happened to notice that the play was being performed at a nearby theater, so last Saturday night, Mr. HomeGoddess and I took her to see the show. We had a great time. The whole audience of middle aged people (like me) danced the "Time Warp," threw confetti, squirted water at each other and put newspapers on our heads. Unfortunately, I had forgotten how risque it was (lots of writhing, moaning, and simulation of sex), and Mr. HG and I were a little appalled that we brought Sarah with us. I kept trying to cover her eyes (only half jokingly). She found that a bit annoying, as she will be fifteen in a few days, and insisted it was no big deal. So, apart from the corruption of a minor factor, the show was a lot of fun.