Miley knows Best?

During our ride to the grocery store- Bella picked up on the newscaster talking about Miley and her recent photo shoot with Vanity Fair. Curious to see what the scandal was really all about, I googled the gossip to find a sweet 15 year old girl posing in a somewhat questioning manner. In one photo she is covering herself up with a blanket- leaving her back bear.

Do I think it was the best thing Miley has ever done?

Um probably Not. She probably should have kept her shirt on. But that is not what I want to talk about.

A few weeks back. Bella and I shared a quite shocking exchange that went something like this.

"Bella come here please. I don't want you wandering too far away." says me, deeming myself as an overprotective Mom forever.

Bella ignoring me to the best of her three year old ability continues to saunter slowly in the opposite direction.

"GABRIELLA. come here please!" I repeat in my loudest, quiet voice I can muster.

"Why mom?" she says acknowledging that I was indeed talking to her and not a fictitious character also named Bella.

"Because I said so." giving the best answer I could.

AND TO THAT HER REPLY WAS:

"Mama. Talk to my Butt!"

Excuse me. Did my little sweet child just tell me to talk to her butt?

Of course I asked her where in the world she had gotten that sassy remark from.
Without skipping a beat she blames it all on Hannah Montana.
Is that so... Hannah Montana.

Now Gabriella had never actually watched that show without me sitting right beside her. And i can't recall ever hearing anything about Butt's conversing in rude conversation. BUT.

It still made our decision to pull Hannah Montana off of Drama girl's viewing choices pretty easy. And boy did it ever come off fast.

But not without questions from Bella. That she asked for the 110th time today during our car ride.Why? Why can't I watch her? Is she bad?

No.

She isn't Bad.

But she isn't good for you right now. She isn't a good influence.

"Cause she talks to butts? "

Um No. Because she makes you want to be a little bit sassy.

"And you want me to be like Jesus."

Bingo girly.

*Inwardly my heart is soaring because my daughter is beginning to understand what I have been telling her for the past 3 1/2 years.*

And then the Truth Hits. And the Hallelujah music stops.

"Jesus wants me to have blond hair. Just like him!" she exclaims excitedly!

Sigh- ok maybe she doesn't get it.

"But I DO have blond hair mama. I DO!"

Sigh again...yes you do.

"Mama ...Hannah Montana has blond hair too!"

Uh huh. She does. She really does.

I could tell where her very smart mind was heading and I was so very thankful that before she could go further we had reached the parking lot.