You Can Be A Real Mermaid Too!

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Grab your seashells ladies and Sebastian cue the music! Percussion, wind, words...

As I was snuggled up on the couch this evening under the comforter with my Kindle in hand, Lena came rushing from her room "Mom, you need to see this!" Forgive me for not leaping up immediately, but the number of times I've needed to see some commercial the Disney Channel is kind enough to shove down our kids throats has left me just slightly numb to the endless string of crying wolf over some toy that would collect dust in the corner 24 hours post purchase. Plus, we simply do not disturb His Majesty during cuddle time. It's against the rules.

Normally, my reluctance to rush in to view the latest infomercial she is being suckered by has stumbled upon is greeted with a stern look, crossed arms, and a bit of low growling noises. However, she usually putters back to her room without too much protest. This evening that was certainly not the case.

"Mmmoooommmm! (insert whining noise here) You NEED to see this!" She scooped up Mr. High and Mighty and set him aside like a used sock and damn near yanked my arm out my socket in an attempt to drag me from my reading spot. At this point, I'm well aware that I will get no peace until I go with her and find out what all this fuss is about. Sorry Green Gables, you will have to wait.

I sit down on Anne's lower bunk, fully expecting that I'm going to be berated for missing the commercial. Nope, my child has recently discovered YouTube holds a whole lot more than hilarious cat videos (thanks mom for sending home the dinosaur laptops) and has stumbled on the following using the search term, and I quote, "How to be a real werewolf." See the connection to the growling noises? And yes, that worries me. My child is now searching the internet for people to bite her... In retrospect, I probably should have made this incident into a larger conversation, but I guess there's always tomorrow... Anyway, back to the tale at hand...

Lena makes sure my full attention is on her laptop before pressing play on this little snippet.

While this is admittedly brilliant and a small piece of me halfway wondered if she made them in adult sizes (she does by the way) I have no intention of ordering Lena a mermaid tail for Christmas. I'm certain this will cause her utter disrepair, permanent scaring, and loads of therapy bills down the road (oh wait, that was going to happen anyway) I just can't see spending over $100 for my child to have a tail that would only fit her for the next 6 months if I'm lucky.

Hats off to the smart and crafty mom who figured out how to make her little girl's Ariel dreams come true, but sadly, my daughter will not be joining the under the sea gang because it's just too many clams for this mom.

James asked what she would do if we even did get her a tail and I immediately started making flopping motions with my body and said she'd flop herself all over the house. He laughed at me... A lot... But, we agree I'm right about that. I guess Lena will just have to deal with living Ariel's dreams of having legs. That's just the way the coral crumbles.