But, alas, that is exactly what I found myself doing the other day. Because, thanks to my good pal who sent an incredibly loving and heartfelt and much appreciated care package, we are now proud (did I just say proud?) owners of, yep, you guessed it, "Justin Bieber Never Say Never."
And you know what else I never thought I'd find myself doing? Critiquing said documentary with my husband. That's right. I have opinions about it. Like, they really should have showed Mr. Bieber working and practicing and studying to get to where he is today. Instead, they made it look like a crazy phenomenon and showed him messing around and playing with his friends most of the time. Not real, people. If the movie is meant to inspire children to follow their dreams, I think they need to see that a little sweat is involved with becoming so popular and talented. Yes, I admit it. I think the kid's got some talent.
The best part of the movie? When Snoop Dogg advises Bieber to grow some pigtails, put some beads on them, and let the girls pull on them. It's Snoop's only appearance in the show. It's hilarious. You should watch it.
Either way's fine.
Anyway, the point is that it's not always as glamorous around here as you might imagine. Sometimes, it gets a little desperate and you just gotta do what you gotta do.
Having a son has most definitely taught me to keep an open mind and to absolutely never ever say never about anything. Ever.
Am I wrong?