Took my son and his friend yesterday to see the Justin Bieber Never Say Never movie in 3D.  I went in with really low expectations and a firm determination not to be suckered in by any remote likeability that I had heard rumored about the Biebs, but, sad to say, I came out a Belieber.

That kid is adorable, a seemingly normal teen under the circumstances (more like abnormal if you think about what "normal teen" really means) , clearly multi-talented, just self-deprecating enough to come off as sincere, and loves his mother no end.  A moral giant in comparison to most entertainers, and in general everything I would want my son to be (and, of course, he already is).  I was able to stop worrying that my son would come away from the movie wanting to pray over every meal and didnt even mind hearing little Justin's raspy voice singing those sugary poplove songs over the screaming tweens in my head.  Too much, anyway.

That said, I still love Johnny Weir more.  More mama's boys should be like this.

Saturday, 1:30. Pile o' housework to be done but instead I'm watching a marathon of kiddie flicks while my dogs fight on the floor. UP! first, Scooby-Doo (godawful...) and now My Neighbor Totoro. I feel my IQ dragging down to the level of my blood sugar.