My daughter is mini-me.
My daughter is OBSESSED with Justin Bieber.
I feel like I should be an initiated member of Justin Bieber Anonymous. JB has become so much so a part of my life that I actually dreamt of the little shit in my sleep last night. Seriously?
I fully anticipated my daughter to be a little boy-crazy, hence the aforementioned "mini-me" reference. However, I never expected her to exude this amount of excitement, obsession, and overall cheeky behavior at just over two years old. This has to be a record.
She wakes up from a dead sleep requesting "Bieber", goes right to my iPhone, locates the YouTube app and she's off. For a while I didn't fight it because the thought that something, ANYTHING, could keep her still for more than 49 seconds, was very welcomed. I've tried everything from Big Bird to Blues Clues to the f'ing talking Thomas the Train and NOTHING would keep her attention. The only thing she wants is Bieber...that's it.
She now totes around any accessory she can steal to play her beloved's music encouraging others to dance along with her but absolutely NO ONE is allowed to sing along. Her rules. Bieber gets more damn kisses via the iPad screen than her father and I do!
Now, I've gotten quite the lesson in love over the past few weeks. I have learned to "never say never", "how she wakes him up daily without no Starbucks", and how "he can take you places you ain't never been before." Show me the way Beibs, show me the way!
Now, this is all fine and dandy --- however, if this mommy has to hear Nicki Minaj's five line rap about keeping an eye out for Selener ONE MORE TIME...I'm gonna fucking lose my mind.