Crap. I actually missed Wordless Wednesday. That’s a new one. And honestly, this little hiatus of mine is completely unintentional, I’ve just found myself wrapped up in other things of late. But I’m here now! So anywho, there I was tonight, watching my first season of American Idol since the very first season. I just couldn’t help myself, given the new line up of judges. Steven Tyler happens to be the music behind my youth, the front man for the best concerts I have ever been to, & the voice behind most of my all-time favourite songs. He seriously rocks. And I far prefer this new panel, even if I’m still not really feeling the whole format of these types of shows. Surprisingly though, tonight’s entertainment came not from the show itself, but from the running commentary provided by my 4 year old. Anyone with a big family will tell you that the littlest is always particularly precocious & particularly charming. Given the older brats in the house, they also tend to be particularly advanced which, though highly entertaining, can also be highly inappropriate from one so young! Here are just a few of the highlights from my own little American Idol judge:
Why does that guy look like a girl? (YES, that was actually in reference to Steve Tyler…though she was baffled as to why Mommy was in hysterics over that one!)
Her face is too ugly.
SHE should go to Hollywood. Told ya, I knew she’d go.
What is he thinking?
Seriously? C’mon, seriously?
I think that boy must be gay.
How could her mother let her wear that on TV??
I think I would laugh at her too.
Now that’s just crazy. Boys can’t sing Miley.
She has giant stars on her boobs. C’mon, who does that?
That just sucked! Get off the stage!
Of course, rather than make such a glaring statement on my parenting failures, I’d have been wise to preface this whole post with one of those rambling, “My sister’s cousin’s best friend’s boyfriend’s uncle’s brother’s neighbour told me about this little kid who…”. But the sad truth is, that’s my rotten kid with the mouth of a tweeny bopper. It can’t be helped…she’s surrounded by them. At home, at school, at the cheer gym, at the hockey rink…between her siblings & all of their friends, it’s a losing battle. That’s not to say I don’t try, just as soon as I’ve managed to control my laughter at some of her outrageous comments. Hey, don’t judge me…it’s not just what she says, it’s how she says it, in her tiny, sweet little voice, with her hilariously adorable mispronunciations. You’d laugh too. Besides, after listening to her spout at these contestants for 2 hours, I seriously think she has a future as the next Simon Cowell…on American Idol, Season 30. Or now, given his maturity level….
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