I'm not sure how it happened. I've never (intentionally, anyway) spoken his name as I have no interest in him at the moment. And I'm fairly certain Kids CBC and Treehouse don't have any commercials with him in it. And I KNOW she didn't see him make a guest appearance on CSI. We don't even listen to the radio.
On our trip to Corner Brook last week, we walked into Zellers, and there He was. His face plastered on a huge poster smack dab between the toy section and the electronics.
"Justin Beaver!" she exclaims, and then ducks her head in sudden shyness with a little "teeheehee" like a 12 year old with her first boy crush.
"What?!" says me, "You know who Justin Bieber is?"
"Um Mom, yeah" says she, and then proceeds to spend the remainder of the day looking for him down every other aisle in every other store we visited.
Despite my ignorance on the matter of Justin, his presence seems to have permeated the air...or the water...or something that has affected my THREE year old!
If that wasn't enough, three nights ago. It was bedtime and for the first time since she was a baby, Sarah wanted to sleep in Mommy's bed.
"Why? What's wrong Little Pookie?" I asked.
"Justin Beaver is sick," she replied.
Apparantly, Justin Bieber came over for a visit to our house and got sick and had to go to sleep in Sarah's bed. I suggested she sleep there anyways and Justin would just have to move over and make room. But, of course, she couldn't sleep in her bed with him there because he might throw up on her. How silly of me to suggest such a thing!
No episodes of Justin-Beaverness today. But Sarah turns a big FOUR tomorrow so it looks like I might be in for the next round of surprises.
I don't even want to think about what it's going to be like when she's turning FOUR-TEEN!