Beezus and Ramona
I told Kylie I would take her to this movie when she finished reading the book, but I couldn't wait that long. It was such a cute movie (I loved those books when I was little) and I walked away all inspired that I should be one of those moms that don't care what their kids wear but let them thrive in the lime light of their individual personality. That lasted a whole 12 hours until Kylie was begging me to the point of tears to let her have bangs and I refused. Sure I shouldn't care, as long as she is confident about herself and loves the way she looks. But seriously, I have been counting down the days until her bangs are long enough to tuck behind her ears and I am going to scream if I see another strand hanging in her eyes ever again. Bad mom, no bangs, end of story.