Mama, who is “The Beaver?”
My daughter asked me if I knew who “The Beaver” was yesterday. I gave her this drawn out explanation of June Cleaver, et al, and she gave me this very strange look like, “Mama, you don’t know jack.” She asked me why her friend would wear a shirt with “The Beaver” on it, so I shrugged my shoulders and said maybe her friend likes retro shows or just likes the rodent. She didn’t ask me again so I figured I answered her sufficiently.
A short while later, I had the tv turned on in the background as I was making chicken noodle soup. I heard my daughter shout for me to hurry over and look at the tv. ”Mama, The Beaver is on tv!” I ran from the kitchen. Oh…well, that makes more sense…Bieber.
Really? Her kindergarten friends are wearing Bieber shirts? Later that day, we were at the mall, and my daughter shouted again. ”Look, that’s the Beaver shirt that my friend has!” Sure enough, at Children’s Place, there were Justin Bieber shirts. I asked her if she liked Justin Bieber –to which I was strongly corrected that his name is Justin Beaver– and wanted a shirt too, and she again gave me a look like I didn’t know squat. ”No! My friend already likes Justin Beaver, and every boy can only have one girl to like him every day.” I didn’t even try to argue with that logic. ”My friend made a Valen-time for Justin Beaver, but she won’t have a box to put it in because he’s not in our class. He’s too big for kindergarten.” She went on to explain to me that actually three friends have a Justin Beaver shirt, and they never can wear them on the same day because every day only one girl can like the same boy.
I guess that’s love?
Happy Valentine’s Day!
(image credit: Shabby Princess, Amore digitscrap kit)
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