We turned on the TV and Thriller was playing. Before I could reach for the remote, my three year old daughter got an eyeful of Michael Jackson turning into a werewolf, in all his Rick Baker-esque grotesque glory.
As I mentally calculated the cost of her impending therapy, she continued to watch the music video with a great amount of interest and even delight, and so... I let her. I taught her the word "zombies" and she totally denied that Michael was a boy. She's going to grow up thinking Thriller is a kinky lesbo-horror music video. So we decided to show her The Wizard of Oz, thinking the creepy Wicked Witch of the West would be just as appealing for her... Turns out, she's scarier!
Anyway, here's a video I happened to come across... Dorothy has a point, there: