Sometimes I watch Tangled with other people, and I’m surprised by the comments they make. The following comment comes from my nana.

Mother Gothel: …What once was mine….

Narrator Eugene: Alright, you get the gist. She sings to it, she turns young— creepy, right?

Nana: Did he say that was creepy? Why’s that creepy?

Me: Because she kept turning herself into a younger woman.

Nana: I think that would be wonderful!

Me: But she hoarded it for centuries, Nana. For centuries.

Nana: I want that flower.

No, Nana.