Justin Bieber Goes to My Daughter’s School

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December 6, 2011 by themommahen

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Today when I took Hatchlings #2 and #3 upstairs for their afternoon nap, this is what I found on H#1’s side of the bed she shares with H#2. Her most recent sleeping buddies all neatly tucked in waiting for nightfall and her return. Let me add that she did this in the wee hours of the night/morning, as she came sometime during those wee hours into our bed because “it’s warmer here with you than in my bed.” I was happy to have her crawl in, as she’d slept for the previous two nights (TWO WHOLE NIGHTS people. That’s a big deal.) in her bed all night long. All. Night. Long. (Again, big deal, people.) After nearly six years of her in our bed, I had kind of missed her being there and already waxed sentimental in my head about how she is maturing and growing up and all that stuff.

But back to these cute little pals of hers, all tucked in just so. It’s not that she hasn’t done this before — she has. She showed me a couple nights ago when I was tucking her in and told me she did it that morning so that she’d be able to find them easily at bedtime. That she woke up in the middle of the night and had the presence of mind to do this just slays me. But that’s a common occurrence these da ys.

Over Thanksgiving we were watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade at my SIL’s house and saw a commercial with Justin Bieber. In our house, we skip all the commercials (unless Gramps is running the remote, then it’s a free-for-all) so of course, when the Hatchlings see one, they are completely glued to it. As I groaned at the Biebs’ appearance, (I know, I know, I’m blowing my chances as the coolest mom ever.) H#1 asked me what was wrong. I quickly acted like I was just clearing my throat. She then proceeded to tell me that two of her classmates know him. I expressed some slight disbelief.

“No Mommy, they really do know Justin Beaver!”

“They know Justin Bieber?

“No, his name is Justin Beaver.

“Really? And they know him?”

“Yes. They love Justin Beaver. They talk about him all the time.”

“Ohhh, yeah. Some people do I guess.”

“Yeah, they do. And they talk about him all the time. I told them I don’t know him.”

Now I’m feeling bad because my little girl is so out of the loop because I don’t let her watch commercials that she doesn’t know who Justin Bieber is, which is exactly part of my plan, but now I’m worried that my child will be that kid who doesn’t know stuff. The stuff all the other kids know. And I’m really feeling happy, sad, vindicated and guilty about that all at the same time.

So I say, “Well that’s okay. They don’t really know him either. I mean they know who he is, and now you do too.

“When he walks by they shout, ‘Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy Jussstiiinnnnn!'”

Me, totally confused: “When they see him? Where do they see him?”

“At school, Mommy.”

“At school?”

“Yeah, Mommy. He’s one of the big kids at my school. Justin Beaver.”

I don’t know who’s more confused, me or her. Either there really is a kid who goes to her school named Justin Beaver (in which case I apologize in advance to him and his parents for using his name without their permission), or her classmates are really talking about Justin Bieber and there just happens to be an older kid named Justin and H#1 is jumbling it all together. Whatever the case, I think we’ve learned a valuable lesson — seeing is beliebing.

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3 thoughts on “Justin Bieber Goes to My Daughter’s School

  1. Anonymous says:

    This is hilarious. And also, I’m one of those moms too. My kid doesn’t even really know what SANTA is, for crying out loud. But I did relent and let him watch the 1956 version of Rudolph on Netflix last week. I think he’s more confused than ever.

  2. Larisa Spillman says:

    How long do you think we can get away with this? I’m guessing the jig is almost up…

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