Last night I cuddled up with the kids and a beloved collection of nursery rhymes in “The Glorious Mother Goose.” I found women chopping off mice tails, men holding their wives hostage in pumpkin shells, mothers in shoe houses starving and whipping their children, people storing their babies in trees and men in nightgowns peering at children through keyholes. And just in case that’s not disturbing enough for you…
“Goosey, goosey, gander, where shall I wander? / Up stairs, down stairs, and in my lady’s chamber / There I met an old man that would not say his prayers / I took him by the left leg, and threw him down the stairs.”
Sleep tight, kids!