We went to see the movie "babies" at the Fenway theatre. The movie documents the lives of four infants- one from Mongolia, one from Namibia, one from Tokyo, Japan and one from San Francisco, USA. The message I got from the film was that even when kids are raised very differently, they still all develop the same way.
The audience (myself included) gasped at certain points, like when the Mongolian nurse was wrapping up the newborn in what looked like 17 blankets and then cinching ropes around the whole thing. A couple minutes later we found out this was in preparation for a motorcycle ride back to the yurt. It got me wondering about what people would gasp at if a movie was being made of us raising C.
Of course, we had to get mexican food beforehand at Sol Azteca.