Eileen has discovered the Oscar-Worthy-Film Camp Rock, a Disney Original Production. (if you are reading this blog, and not picking up on the extreme sarcasm in that last sentence, please leave). And about two days later, thanks to DVR, we discovered - and recorded - the equally awesome sequel - Camp Rock 2.
The plot of CR2 -the sequel summer to CR1- a NEW camp has opened and- wait for it- the two Camps will compete - pitted against each other in the Final Jam- singing, dancing, etc - with the winner to be chosen by the Television Audience!
Since we didn't get to finish watching CR2 last night, it was the morning entertainment. I bop on into the bathroom to get ready for work, leaving Eileen happily eating her Cheerios and drooling over various tween rockers.
Fast forward three minutes. Mommy getting more coffee. Finds child curled up on couch. BAWLING. wait. what?
Devastation. The Camp Star kids won, not the Camp Rock kids. (if you hadn't figured it out yet - Camp Rock consists of nice kids who work hard, have a lot of fun and make lifelong friends; Camp Star has the bratty, self-absorbed kids who hate each other but man do they have a super-flashy performance.)
OHMAHGAWD. who is this child?!
Ok Mommy of the Year. Lets make this a learning moment.
Honey, it's ok. Winning isn't everything.
yeah right. always go for the win. don't settle. how will you get anywhere in life?! and if the USA doesn't get more gold medals than any other country then the Olympics suck.
See - the nice kids didn't get first place, but look how much fun they're having at that campfire making smores.
Nice pity party for yourselves. Eat up on that chocolate. Next on Disney: fighting Childhood Obesity.
Its like when Mommy races. I don't win. I'm just happy to finish.
bullsh*t. mommy competes with herself every day. and beats herself up when she doesn't shave seconds from a run or manage to get in that last mile.
Being a good person is much more important than winning. Treating others well and making good memories - that's what matters!
I am sure that is exactly how Bill Gates and Warren Buffet and Donald Trump made all their money. Oh. and Uncle Walt himself, right?
I finally gave up. As you can see from above, the voices in my head were laughing hysterically at my attempts of Good Parenting.
OK. I know you are really wondering what is the point of today's blog?!?
A bit later - Eileen hanging with me while I finish up getting ready. Disney Channel on in our room. Cool. They're showing Bambi. Twenty minutes in or so- the gut-wrenching scene where Bambi's mom is killed.
Anticipate melt down from MiniMe.
Poke head into the bedroom.
Eileen sitting there watching, no tears. No fetal position.
me: everything ok?
her - totally deadpan/unaffected/not phased: Yeah Mom. His mom got shot. She's dead.
SERIOUSLY??
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