Last night the three older girls came down the stairs and turned in their Hannah Montana paraphernalia to me. I didn't ask them to. I didn't even think they should necessarily. In fact, I never thought much of it. They came down stairs handed me all their pjs and such and said, "Will you take this stuff to Good Will. She's not as pretty as she was then. We don't want these."
On New Year's Eve Miley Cyrus was one of the entertainers and I did say I didn't want them watching her segment of the show because she was she was sleazy. But I didn't say much more than that. Before she performed they interviewed her a bit and it was sad and gross and disappointing but the girls actually asked to mute the TV or change the channel.
I was sure proud of the girls and their ability to see, on their own, that Miley Cyrus is not the Hannah Montana or even the Miley Cyrus they once adorned. She was their first movie star stuck person. It's too bad they have to be disappointed.
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