Proof Once Again That The Disney Channel Has Brainwashed My Children

Driving home the other night from dinner Miss C chimed in matter of factly from the back seat: “Mommy, you know Joe is getting married.”

“Joe who?” I asked. I had no idea who she was talking about.

Joe, Joe, Joe? I mulled it over for a few seconds. The only Joe who came to mind was her classmate Joe we’d just seen at dinner and unless arranged marriages for 3rd grade boys are now the norm in the South, I doubted she was talking about that Joe.

“You know…JOE,” she said, incredulously.

“You mean Mr. Joe at the pizza place?” We are good friends with the manager of a neighborhood pizza joint named Joe.

“NO mommy…Joe JONAS.”

At least she’s not on a first name basis with Justin Bieber. That I could NOT HANDLE.

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This is pretty much how our Sunday evenings go.

So much for “wearing them out” and letting them “get their ya yas out” at the park. This was all canceled out by letting the girls watch Camp Rock tonight on the Disney Channel.

As you can see, Miss A was exhausted at 9 o’clock and ready to curl up and go to sleep. I just wish I’d had a video camera out for the headbanging that ensued during the closing scene of the movie. Now that was classic.

So remember…Camp Rock at bedtime is the equivalent of mental speed for a 3 and 6-year-old girl.

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