This morning, WCK and I went to a big Hannah Montana event sponsored by Radio Disney. There was lots of music, dancing, prize giveaways, and hordes of squealing little girls in Hannah Montana t-shirts and sparkly hats. We had a good time, even though we didn't win any of the prizes. WCK got up and danced a few times, but she didn't want to participate in any of the games. That was too bad, because I think she would have totally killed -- killed! -- the competition in the karaoke contest. The contestants had to finish the lyrics of well-known Hannah Montana songs, and, apparently, most of the contestants have not spent the past year listening to The Best of Both Worlds Concert CD day in and day out, as WCK and I have. I mean, who doesn't know that the second verse of The Best of Both Worlds begins, "You go to movie premieres ..." Who doesn't know that?
In the end, it came down to one bored-looking 12-ish-year-old girl and a very, very focused little boy who looked about six. Both of them knew every lyric that was thrown at them, so finally the D.J.-host guy gave up and gave both of them prizes so that the event could wrap up by noon. I think WCK could have given them a run for their money, though.
Anyway, we did get a free Hannah Montana poster, and WCK and I hung it up over her bed. I stood back and realized the new poster looks wildly out of place, considering WCK's room is still decorated in baby Classic-Pooh theme. Heck, there is still a sign up on her wall that says, "BABY". Now it's pretty obvious that a baby doesn't live there anymore. Dang you, Miley Cyrus! I guess we're going to have to redecorate.