Bested By Bieber...
Tonight, after watching a half dozen Justin Bieber Christmas videos before bedtime, and a little dancing, Zoey asked me if I could sing her some Bieber songs for bedtime. I apologized, and told her that I didn't know much more than the chorus' to just a few Justin Bieber songs. She said that it was ok. Then she asked me if we could go see Justin Bieber. See Justin Bieber? As in, "go see a Justin Bieber concert," I said in astonishment.
"Yes," she replied matter of factly, "I'd like to go see Justin Bieber sing songs."
"That would be kind of cool," I said.
"Yes," she added, "it would. I wonder if Justin Bieber likes you Daddy?"
"I dunno," I answered, "I hope so."
"Me too," she said.
"What if he didn't like me," I asked.
Then with utter certainty, and without hesitation she said, "Then you'd have to go Daddy...but I'd stay."
Curse you Justin Bieber. Curse you.