“I want to be FAMOUS” is the catch cry of the moment in our house. It’s often put to song, with a snazzy little dance to accompany it, as if to prove the point that she deserves the fame she so craves.
I am sure it’s age appropriate. I am sure that all other very-almost eight year olds are doing it. I am sure they all want to be famous.
But I’m not sure that all other, very-almost eight year olds are having a 40 minute, screaming, yelling, kicking melt-down when they find out they aren’t getting their own TV show. Not even as a birthday present. We are mean like that.
All Poss talks about at the moment is being famous. She wants to be in pageants, she wants to be the next Honey Boo Boo. She even has the accent down pat, along with all her pageant moves. She talked about adding a ‘flipper’ to her birthday wish list and if you don’t know what that is, be grateful.
She simply can’t understand why Honey Boo Boo has her own show and she does not. I don’t know why Honey Boo Boo is getting her own show either, but that’s for other reasons.
We are dealing with make up and high heel requests; the negotiations are ongoing, loud and exhausting, but the answers remain no and no, just in case you are wondering. She wants to wear tops that show her midriff and can’t understand why I won’t buy her a crop top. I am apparently very uncool, yet funnily enough, I am ok with this.
She’s been teasing her hair to create hair-do’s that are higher than high “so they are closer to Jesus”, said in a Texan twang that could have only come via her favourite show, Toddlers and Tiaras.
This isn’t really anything new for her. She has always loved fashion, always been interested in design. She has flipped between wanting to be a stylist and a designer since she was about four. Now, since we won’t allow her to be in a pageant she wants to be the model. Wants to be the star. Instead of lusting after Chanel for it’s design qualities, she wants to know why I won’t buy it for her to wear.
I never thought I would actually feel sorry for those mum’s on Toddlers and Tiara’s… (I guess I believe that their children are a product of their own making) – but I have to say, if I hear these words of Mackenzie’s being thrown at me one more time, in a perfect American accent, in all seriousness I might lose my tiny mind…