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Did you say something? Wha?? I’m sorry, my eardrums are perforated as I took the little munchkin and her best friend to a movie featuring some new singer, Hannah Montana or something. Perhaps you’ve heard of her.
I had the foresight to bring my iPod headphones and shove them deep enough in my ears to touch my brain, but it wasn’t enough to prevent that ringing in my ears from the thousands of decibels of screaming preteen girls.
If you’re not familiar with this movie, it’s completely sold out, playing one week only and it’s a play on the desperate parents who couldn’t afford to take their daughters to see the corporate greed phenomenon of the Hannah Montana concert tour. As a Christmas gift, I gave my daughter tickets to this movie. (Yes, they started selling them two months ago!)
Do I regret it? Yes and no.
I still think of my daughter as a little girl and seeing her reach for the movie screen and scream deliriously reminds me that she’s growing up much too fast for my taste. And I have to admit my part in succombing to the pressure of the Hannah tornado. But it was cute as we drove home hearing the giggles with her best friend in the back seat raving about the “BEST. MOVIE. EVER!!!” Or they could have said, “WET. GROOVY. LEMUR!!” I’ll ask when my hearing returns.
