Speaking of smiling, I did have one moment today in which I couldn't help but smile. My mom informed me that my nephew was going to go see the Hannah Montana movie with my grandmother. Now if you knew my nephew, you would know that he hates Hannah Montana or at least he claims to anyway. Anytime I bring her up or tease him about going to a Hannah Montana concert or buying him a Hannah Montana t-shirt, I get a swift punch or pinch on my arm and an "Ooh, she's gross" reminder.
So why is he going now? Because my grandmother asked him to. He told her, "No way," at first, but then my sister told him that my grandmother probably wanted to go see it and he hurt her feelings by telling her no. In other words, she guilt-tripped him into changing his mind. I wish I had thought of that last year when I wanted to see The Dark Knight, but he refused because Hellboy 2 was playing in the next room.
I'll have to remember to ask my mom if he comes home singing Hannah Montana songs. If he does, I may have to sneak a few of them on his iPod when we get it fixed. As his play list now stands, there are probably more movie and TV-related songs on it than anything else. A couple came from the Shrek movies. Another came from Drake & Josh. He even had me download the opening song to Shadow the Hedgehog, one of his favorite X-box games.
On Easter Sunday, I could download 150 songs for him for next to nothing. Amazon.com's MP3 service is offering the 3-disc set, 150 Fun Songs For Kids, as its MP3 Deal of the Day. That means that I can get all 150 songs for just $.99, instead of the $9.49 that the set normally sells for or the nearly $150 it would cost to download each song separately. The songs cover the gamut, from childhood classics like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt to songs that I've admittedly never heard of like The Prune Song and Boom, Boom, Ain't It Great to Be Crazy. I just need to have Chandler look at the songs first to make sure they're not too young for him. In case you haven't heard, two weeks from being nine is the new 30 in Kidsville.
I wish I knew which day he and my grandmother are going to the see the movie. It would almost be worth the cost of gas to drive down there and sneak in the aisle behind him to see if he's actually enjoying the movie or if he's rolling his eyes and saying, "Yuck!" Given the number of bruises that he's left on my arm just for saying the words "Hannah Montana" in his presence, I'd never let him live the former down.
