My oldest attended her first sleepover party this weekend and when I picked Quinlan up, the lovely host mentioned that they had watched a Tinkerbell movies, and then apologized.
This after my kid had just made a treasure box, created her own pizza, slept on their floor, enjoyed chocolate chip pancakes, had a real dress-up tea party "WITH REAL TEA MOM!," and constructed a massive pillow castle in her living room.
Um, yeah. How dare you give yourself a moment's peace between corraling nine screeching 6-year-old girls and let my daughter watch THE EVIL TELEVISION!!!!
And then last night during my own nightly sleepover with Margot, I thought of about 1000 worse things I could have heard on the way home.
Here are a few of my faves:
1. "I won this extra goody bag playing Blackjack."
2. "We got to dress up like barmaids and serve drinks to the mommies and daddies."
3. "We made a nuclear bomb shelter out of pillows."
4. "Instead of a cake, they just gave us vats of icing to eat with a spoon."
5. "Why does that Dexter guy kill people?"
So yeah, um, Tinkerbell movies? That's called "good parenting" around these parts.