Recently, we had a chance to take our daughter to a "red carpet movie premier." No, nothing with Colin Ferrell, darnit. Strawberry Shortcake. There is going to be a premier of the Strawberry Shortcake movie nearby (god only knows why, cause I'm fairly certain this crap will go straight to video). You can watch the movie and meet some of the people who did the voice work. Plus, because that isn't nearly special enough, you can meet Strawberry Shortcake herself!!!! yay I have always loved meeting 8 foot tall foam "gingers". Although I gotta say, she has gotten quite a makeover since I was a little girl. She's got a great new kicky hairdo, and she's dumped that frumpy hat.

Anyway, a fight nearly broke out over who would take her. No, not like that. The fight was over which one of us had to suffer through an evening with Strawberry Shortcake and friends. We both knew it would be enough to send us into a deep depression. So, we just neglected to mention it to her, and forgot to buy the tickets. Oops!

She got paybacks though. We went to rent movies Wed. night, and she makes a beeline for Hello Kitty. BTW, I knew the animation was crap even when I was a kid, but I didn't realize it was THAT bad. Why can't my kids like The Wuzzles or the Snorks?? I could relate to that. But Hello Kitty??? The only way it could get worse is if she pretends that Hello Kitty is getting married to Elmo. Oh, and I forgot to mention... it was Princess Fairy Tales Hello Kitty. Please shoot me. It would be a mercy killing.

Anyway, I just found out the Lion King is coming to whatever passes for our hometown, heartland version of Broadway. And both my kids would like it. Either that or I'd blow a couple hundred and hit the bar at intermission. And because I feel almost guilty about not taking her to the movie premier (I feel guilty that I don't feel guilty about it) we'll probably go.

That's just how good a mommy I am. I am willing to risk near certain death from all the sugary, girly goo-goo sweetness. So I can watch something I avoided like the plague on my trip to NY (BTW, what's up with the hundred million Disney movies being made into Broadway shows. The assholes end Sweeney Todd, and my Ralph wasn't in NYC anymore, but there were at least four Disney shows).