Zoey has been watching Hannah Montana recently. We let her watch this or some other Big Girl Show once or twice a week just so she won't try to bust into Zed's afternoon therapy sessions and try to dominate the sessions. Because it's all Me! Me! Me! in Zoey's world.
I know she's too young to watch this show. I know she probably shouldn't be watching any television. Here's a squeegee for your glass house.
If she'd give us thirty minutes of peace for Zed's therapy, I'd let her watch Faces Of Death.
But I'm beginning to rethink the whole Hannah Montana thing.
As I entered the living room after yesterday's speech therapy session, Zoey looked at me, looked back at Hannah Montana, and then back to me. "Daddy!" she yelled.
"What?"
"You look JUST LIKE Hannah's daddy!"
Nice. Just what I wanted to hear.
But at least it wasn't the mulleted Billy Ray Cyrus.
Song of the day: Yule Shoot Your Eye Out by Fall Out Boy
Insulted
