Hannah Montana Obsession

I've tried to keep this Hanna Montana chick out of Janai's sight. But somehow she's become obsessed.

Not with the tv show... that would be too much like right.

Not with the music... of course not, the child couldn't sing the lyrics of "Best of Both Worlds" if she tried.

Not with the crap loads of paraphernalia that is in every store on this planet.

No... it's the god-awful Hannah Montana nail kit that the guy in the big red suit with the long white beard left at our house on Christmas eve. Actually, by the time Janai reads this years from now, she'll know that mommy and daddy are the real Santas. So let me tell you the truth. In late November, I asked Janai what she wanted Santa to bring her for Christmas. On the list was nails... "you know mom, like, the nails that are like long, and like pretty, like that you can like glue on, ok?". So one day while shopping in Dillards (weeks before Christmas), Janai spotted a Hannah Montana nail kit conveniently placed next to the coat that we were there to purchase. The whole thought of waiting for Santa to bring nails for Christmas was out of the window. She cried and passed out on the floor because I wouldn't buy it for her right then and there. I mean, she seriously cut the fool - all the while, the clerk was bagging it up with the cute little coat we bought.

On Christmas day, she was so thrilled to find that Santa bought her exactly what she wanted. "How could he possibly know?" It's been down hill ever since then. We've been counting nails everyday to make sure we have all ten. I've had to go to the drug store for real nail glue, "because mom, this stuff isn't sticky enough". We've had to take them on and off over... and over... and over again. And, I am so over it. Say bye-bye to the nails! Maybe I'll blame their mysterious disappearance on the baby brother? Maybe the cleaning lady? Who know... who cares... they're gone and don't try to stop me!