I should start by saying I freaking LOVE Moana.
The character, the movie, the story line, the soundtrack.
I love how Moana is a strong, independent woman WHO DON’T NEED NO MAN & has more sass than my 73 year old southern grandma.
But you know what I love about Moana more than anything?
When the Toddler starts in on his psycho baby naughtiness,
All I gotta do is call his girlfriend, Moana, & he straightens right up.
Because God forbid he acts up when there’s a pretty girl in the room…
Whether they’re 2 or 20, boys will ALWAYS play it cool when the hottie walks in.
It should probably annoy me that a cartoon character has more disciplinary power than I do in my own home.
I mean, the nerve of this girl to come into MY home & school ME on how to get the Toddler to chill out.
But I have to set my ego aside…
Because she’s the only one who can get Taz the Toddler to stop destroying my house & quietly sit still for 45 minutes.
Hey, I’m just glad it’s not Frozen.
