The following has been relayed to me by a stupified and chastened husband.
About halfway through the movie, GG has crashed out and is managing to take up all 6 feet of the couch, despite only being 4 foot tall.
Hubby decides he would like to partake of
**Note, Hubby will now be supervised at all times, lest bad 80's dances catch on.**
***Except of course the Nutbush - that rocks***
The second hubby sits down, GG's eyes pop open and she asks, "Daddy, whatcha got?"
"Ice-cream, Boo - d'ya want some?"
"No - but Daddy, you have to ask before you get a treat."
"Do I? Ask who?"
Toddler brainwashing for the win.