I'll tell you what happens.
It began last weekend when a perfect storm presented itself in the form of, "The boys are going to Batman, what should we do tonight?"
In a moment of weakness, I took her to see my new obsession.
And now it has become her new obsession. She spends hours and hours every day, rocking out to the soundtrack from Mamma Mia. The boys come begging and pleading, fingers in their ears, offering to sell their souls if I can only MAKE IT STOP, ALREADY.
But I can't make it stop. (And secretly, I don't want to.)
For she IS the dancing queen.
Young and sweet, [thinks she's] only seventeen...
She can dance, she can jive...
Having the time of her life...
I think it's the perfect payback for their little soldier firing squad. Don't you?