Tuesday, January 3, 2017

More thoughts on LDS Lifestyle Porn

There’s been an article floating around my Facebook feed from Mike Thayer about lifestyle porn. I’ll admit, when I first saw friends posting over it I skipped past because… well, you lost me at “porn,” (which I imagine someday I will also write an opinion piece on another time because, “gasp”  and “surprise” my views on it do not entirely line up with those being preached by Utah’s Porn Czar and the like.)

But I digress… when I read Mr. Thayer’s piece about theepidemic of lifestyle-porn consumption, I’ve got to say…overall, I agreed with a lot of what he has to say. I think he’s done a decent job drawing parallels to the fantasy of porn and the fantasy of a perfect life…

A taste of the piece:
“It is the ultimate Mormon ideal. Screw waiting until the afterlife for your mansions on high, there are people living it now, baby! In fact, as soon as they finish building one mansion, they start building a different one, because…well…they can. Any variant of perfection you can fantasize is currently being lived and blogged about by some Utah version of the Kardashians.

“But I would say this. It isn’t real. Watching all of this is addictive and it sets unrealistic expectations for marriage and life that can lead to feelings of disappointment and inadequacy. It entices women everywhere to connect with things that aren’t rea…wait a second…Where have I heard that before? It sounds so familiar…Oh, that’s right! Porn! What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is a sweeping epidemic of Lifestyle Porn.”

It’s worth a read.

Where I take umbrage, (besides my initial reaction of "oh great, another male telling me how I should live my life and not feel inferior,") is that as the target audience he’s speaking to (Mormon female, mama with young kiddos, between 20-40, young professional husband along the Wasatch front #nailed it), is that I would’ve loved more discussion about our actual religion’s role in creating this ‘perfection’ to strive for… we didn’t create this epidemic in a vacuum, it’s been carefully handed to us our entire lives.

So yes, I hear tremendous leaps have been made in the YW curriculum! Hallelujah!  The reality is that most of the women in this demographic --as we fall prey to a desire for this perfection--are again, only an extension of what we’ve been taught. We’ve had hundreds even thousands of lessons and “Super Saturdays” geared towards showing us and telling us how to make our homes a literal “HEAVEN ON EARTH.” (First and foremost, the importance of finding a man--or being the type of person someone will want to find you). And then how to craft, and clean, and craft and time manage and craft and cook and exercise and volunteer and … heavy sigh… more crafting. I had lessons on make-up application and how to dress “fashionably modest.” This is my reality, and the reality of so many my age.

Again, we are not the Lifestyle Porn creators… we’re just living it out on a different stage. (And just to be clear, I’m not a lifestyle blogger. My house has Formica countertops and for the most part I shop at H&M and Old Navy. But I recognize that even at the bottom of the Wasatch Front lifestyle-blog barrel, I’m still living an extreme life of privilege.)

Back to your regularly scheduled program:

We’ve heard from expert after expert about the importance of documenting our family history. We’ve been told to strive for perfection. Of course there’s an epidemic of us trying to look perfect – it’s what our leadership has told us God wants from us since the beginning.

We’ve looked at idyllic picture after idyllic picture of a family happily smiling around a table, or perfectly decorated home, pefectly pressed clothes reading scriptures and having family home evening. Long before LDS women took to sharing their successes and ideals online (whether it be for profit/attention/family & personal history) the LDS Church was placing the propaganda first--compound that with Better Homes & Gardens and fashion magazines, it's just a different type of media consumption.

The great irony is that we are consuming (and on some case doing) just doing what we have been conditioned to: strive for perfection and document your life to inspire others. 

How do we inspire when our lives don’t look like perfection? When we’ve been taught lessons on how “the spirit cannot dwell in an unclean place.” Regardless of what that scripture actually says, or the meaning behind it—so many of us have internalized that to mean every freakin’ aspect of our lives. (I’m actually laughing as I write this – so if that last bit sounded cruel to you, I promise you that was not the tone intended).

“Don’t compare your outtakes with someone else’s highlight reel.” I think Dr. Seuss said that… or someone famous.  If not, then it was probably me. (Actually, it wasn’t me, but I heard it and it’s the best ‘filter’ I use for social media.)

I don’t want to tell lifestyle bloggers (inside or outside the faith) to stop what they’re doing, because we can’t. Just like you can’t tell Hollywood to stop airbrushing. Some brave souls will come forward and chose to never be photoshopped for magazine covers, etc; but the majority will not.

For some being a lifestyle blogger is their job – they’ve created a brand and an identify associated with it. For some, they’re contributing to their family’s income. They’ve found a way to take the model and use it for their own benefit. I’m not going to tell them to stop. They’re great at what they do. (I wish I had their talent… because not even a fancy camera would give me their talent or eye for style. A camera can only do so much.)

Furthermore, I’m not going to tell people to stop looking at what they’re creating. Just like an erotic movie with my husband can heat things up in the bed room (oh. My. Goodness. Yes, I said it) lifestyle blogs can be inspiring. But yes, I need to remember that they are staged…just like Interior Design magazines, Vogue and LDS photoshoots.

Seems like a good place for a quote about moderation here (please, insert your favorite).

On a similar note, I’m pleased with the progress I see in the LDS Religion (yes, my religion and how I chose to make a spiritual path, however unconventional that path may be). Articles in the Ensign are starting to address the realities of drug addiction, mental health, LGBT issues (again, a topic worth plenty of blog posts in of itself) and how not all families look like the claims of the “ideal.”

Let’s keep those conversations going.
Let’s talk just as much about the realities of real-life as we do spend time on trying to make it perfect.

I love seeing pictures of the incredible things my friends are doing with their homes (seriously, some of my friends are interior designers and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE celebrating their talents. They shouldn’t hide those under a bushel.)

Women, we need more of us sharing and celebrating each other’s talents…we also need more safe spaces for being real. We need to be safe-spaces for each other to fail. Perhaps even more importantly, we need to provide a place and a dialogue that realizes that not being perfect, is still NOT failing. It’s just life.

I don’t know the answer to the larger lifestyle-blog consumption epidemic (I'd love to hear your solutions!) But I do know that human nature says when you tell someone that something is bad for them, most of the time they are more interested in learning about it.

I guess I’m more interested in more people--male and female--being “real” within our religion and culture, and more of us helping to create safe and judgment-free spaces to live that out. And finally, let’s not blame women for a pre-occupation with the perfect family life (i.e. lifestyle)…last I heard, we’re still fighting for our seats at the tables where the curriculum is written.



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**I imagine I'll be editing this later today. As I stew over things a little bit more...but here's a first draft.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Life explained… or at least our Holiday Card

For those of you searching for a little more back story on the hot dude gracing our Christmas card this year… well, that’s obviously my husband. The other guy that is not too hard on the eyes is Stephen Amell: star of the CW’s “Arrow” television show. It’s basically a soap opera with superheroes; and thanks to my seven-year-old son who has a not-so-mild (but healthy) obsession with comics I got sucked in to this particular alternate universe.  You can Google his name and “Salmon Ladder” if you need more fodder.
A copy of a copy... but you get the idea. Seriously, how
did we miss that dot?!?! 

As some of you may know, it’s tradition for me and Holden to attend Salt Lake’s ComicCon each September. Last year, Zoë started joining us; and this year the whole family joined in the fun! Danny noticed that Mr. Amell was doing PhotoOps so we forked out the cost of what one might normally spend on an entire family holiday photo shoot and got about five seconds and a “smile” with him to document our fandom. It only seemed appropriate to use it and abuse it.

So there’s the backstory.  The other piece of the puzzle is the giant white snow boogie on Danny’s face that he and I missed when we both looked at the screen-print. Apparently, we need to invest in hard copy proofs next time. I volunteered to sharpie them out, but Danny said the holidays were busy enough and he didn’t care. If only I could be so cavalier. . . #typeA #ChristmasIsRuined

For those of you looking for the kid’s quoteables, here's your roundup from Facebook.

As far as the other business of the year:

This could've been our Christmas Card...
but it looked too traditional. 
Danny said I couldn’t talk about him doing CrossFit. So I won’t. I’ll just say that if my husband found something physical that he was as dedicated to as baseball, and found some friendships and a community he loved while doing it… I’d think it was pretty cool. And I’d be super proud of him. And I’d want to mention it in our newsletter. But like I said, he said no CrossFit mentions, and since 2016 has really inspired me as a woman to sit back and follow the lead of a man, I’m just going to honor his request and let it be.

So in the place of talking about his dedication to working out, I’ll bring up a few noteworthy things about him:
He likes reading gossip magazines.
He’s super excited about getting a new water softener AND a home humidifier in our house.
He’s NOT a candidate for LASIK.
He's never seen the film, but...Deadpool.
He’s awesome at making chocolate chip cookies – he started a new Sunday baking tradition and we are loving it!

Danny and I also celebrated 10 years of marriage in August with a trip to Cancun in September. It was much more relaxing than the one to Indianapolis we took earlier in the year where we got stuck in Chicago, the airlines lost our luggage and we ended up on two hour Mega Bus ride to Indiana through tornado warnings with a tour that started at midnight from a random street corner downtown in the windy city. We were thankful to brave the storm together – and especially that our kids were NOT with us to experience the madness.  #makingmemories

Speaking of the kids. Holden tried on team sports for size again this past year, and ultimately decided Saturday mornings spent sewing at The Finishing School were a way more enjoyable use of his time. We told him he needed to find some sort of physical activity – so he opted for KungFu and received his yellow belt within the first couple of months of training. As I noted in the quoteables, he said, “My heart is just telling me to do KungFu.”
School Pics -- Are you kidding me?!?!
He’s in his second year of  the “Lower Elementary” Montessori cycle at Elizabeth Academy… which in layman’s terms means we have a second grader. J He still loves the sciences – especially zoology. His current obsession, besides SuperHeroes (and trying to watch as many PG-13 movies edited for content on VidAngel before the Movie Giants put the kibosh on it), is Hamilton. We watched the PBS special, have been listening to the Grammy Winning Soundtrack and have been reading up on the Founding Fathers Stories via Wikipedia and these really cool relics called “books.” Holden really got a kick out of black man playing George Washington. I get a kick out seeing how different my kids see the world than I did.

He’s got a super huge and sensitive heart. Like a good portion of our country (and the world) Holden’s having a bit of anxiety about our new president-elect. #HeWhoMustNotBeNamed

Long before his mother’s pointed brand of feminism could get to him, Holden heard Donald talking on the Sunday Political Roundups his grandfather was watching. He caught on right away that this was not an individual that respected woman. The fact that he “says swears” was another deal-breaker for Holden. We talk about the importance of being kind to others and how now (more than ever) we have a responsibility to help those not in the same position of privilege we benefit from. They are hard conversations, and at times I wonder if I have taken too much of the innocence of his childhood by answering his questions honestly. I suppose only time will tell – but one thing I know is that he is one of the most thoughtful, considerate and esoteric children I have ever met.
School Picture Outtake -- we wanted to intake.

Speaking of considerate – our little firecracker of a daughter inspired us all when she made the decision to have friends bring gifts for the less-fortunate to her party instead of collecting gifts for herself. “Mom, I already get so many presents from you and grandma and our family,” she reasoned.

Often times I am too quick to talk about Zoë’s “sass” or “spiciness.” She is not short on strength-of-mind or stubbornness. (I’m not sure where she gets it from because Danny is so mild mannered, and I am… errr, working on it.) But the truth is, she is such a passionate individual. She weeps for missing animals. She’s just barely starting to read, but has no problem recognizing the words “Lost Dog” on homemade signs.  She’s passionate about our planet ("Mom, turn off the fossil! I call faucets fossils," she tells us) and is very concerned about “glitter” (Garbage + Litter = Glitter.)

Being fabulous is exhausting...
When she asked to take the “I Side With” political quiz Danny and I had been fooling around on, she told me to mark the Refugee Crisis as her most important issue.  Yes, I chose to expose her to children’s books about Martin Luther King, Jr., Hillary Clinton and Malala – but they have come to be some of her favorites, right alongside Doc McStuffins and Wonder Woman.

The family that campaigns together...
Speaking of Wonder Woman, Zoë picked out a three foot tallposter of the Amazonian princess at ComicCon for her bedroom. It says “No time for naughty!” It hangs in between her poster of The Beatles “Yellow Submarine” (which looks like a bad acid trip) and her Alice In Wonderland print with a hookah-smoking-caterpillar. Needless to say, when I set out to decorate my daughter’s bedroom this year, I had a different “vision” in my head of what it ought to be; but Z’s her own woman.

"Holden, you're my little Zika Virus,"
she tells him. 
She tried dance again this summer and is excited to get back to more formal lessons. She also played a little soccer and really excelled at trash talking. I keep telling her it’s better to have the skill set and let your talent be your words, but apparently yelling to other four and five year olds “You’re going down!” gets a quicker reaction. #sugarandspiceandeverythingnice 

She’s in her second year of Early Childhood Montessori – making her a PreK (4); and just turned five on December 7th. She started planning the party months ago: “I want a ‘Frozen’ party with a clown, a snack station and a art station.”  She also wanted 30 of her friends to attend at our house… since I actually love entertaining, and don’t ever want anyone to ever feel left out, we did it. But now I have a new rule – if you’re inviting more friends than the age you’re turning, we’re having the party off site. But truth be told, it was a hit – and leave it to a kid to know what it is kids want. #whoknew?  #shedid

As far as the mother of the Suite-Mangum house: my only complaint is that I wish I had more hours in the day. Lately I have become very aware of my mortality and the limited time we have here on this earth. Maybe it’s Hamilton. Maybe it's #HayesTough. Maybe it’s my spiritual journey – but I have been thinking more and more about how we just don’t know how long we (or anyone) will last.  That is also why I am trying to suck as much out of each and every single day as possible.

We had our fair share of pool time this weekend.
I’m still volunteer teaching yoga at the kids school and helping out with a community yoga class at our church most Tuesday evenings. I’ve been getting back into running after I finally got some help and healed my plantar fasciitis that had been debilitating (and seriously contributed to some extra junk in my trunk and everywhere else the past two years).

I’ve been enjoying traveling with the kids and with Danny this past year: California, Indiana, Idaho, Northern and Southern Utah, Florida and Mexico. We’ve got a trip to Yellowstone planned with my parents and the kids in 2017; and Danny and I head to the Dominican Republic together in February.

I’ve been especially enjoying my work for Neumont University. It may seem odd to some people – I mean, I work in consulting and public relations. But for me, it’s been an opportunity to see first-hand how education can break the cycle of poverty in families. I’ve also been able to help the school in the community outreach with the United Way, and a portion of Salt Lake’s refugee population. The work is truly rewarding; and I get to use my talents and time to do something I love.

My biggest challenge is trying to figure out how to fit everything (family, volunteering, work, running, yoga, worship, spirituality, etc) into the day--and still have time to watch Stephen Amell in Arrow. (A girl's gotta have some down-time).  #salmonladder 

I don’t know the secret. I’ll admit 2016 was jam packed. There were so many ups – and some horrible downs. I have not yet figured out the dance, but I am thankful for a patient and forgiving family for which I get to share the road and journey.

2017 certainly promises to be another wild ride. I will once again focus on Love, Laughter and sucking all the marrow out of Life with my people – so we can give back to this amazing world around us.  

Merry Christmas (if that's your thing, and because it's ours) and Happy Holidays (whatever or however your celebrate). 

Sabrena for the (Suite-)Mangums

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

#MangumStyle2016 Quoteables: Our Life in Words


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From the creators of #Holdenisms and #Lifewith ZoëBug, we proudly present, a year in review from our conversations in the car, at concerts and beyond. 

January 

Holden: Mom, Autumn told me I would look better with a bald head.
Me: Uhhh, what do you think?
Holden: I don't think so. [He's really been hoping to grow a 'fro.']
Zoë: Oh Howden, don't you want a Maaaan-Bun?
Holden: No.
Zoë: [Disgruntled] Ahhhh! I wreally wish my bruwder would get a Maaaan-bun.


After listening to Katy Perry's "Roar," Z pauses and then says: "But Mom I can't 'dance through the fire' cause I might melt."


Me: "Zoë what do you want to wear to school tomorrow?"
Z: "I want to wear some-fing that's pink."


We're watching the video of Zoë dancing to the jazz trio at the Grand Brunch playing Beyoncé, while Danny gets his groove on in the corner. The kids are waiting for their Dad to change his clothes so we can start a family movie. Holden looks at Danny disapprovingly and says to me: "Don't turn that on again. Dad needs to be focused."


February

Pointing to her new portrait painted by PJ Manion: "This is Bob Dylan, and he was a weally good bander!"


It WAS NOT crazy hair day at school; but Holden surprised me by styling his locks himself, opting for multiple elastics in mini-fauxhawks.
Me: So that's how you're wearing your hair today? Are you worried about being made fun of?
Holden: No. (Shaking his head like I just asked a crazy question.)
Me: ok cool, get your socks on.

Holden on his first Magic TreeHouse adventure:
"This is the best book I've read. I love when plots happen so fast!"



How Holden defines a good experience when asked “How did your ski lesson go?”
"Well,” he says. “I learned about all the legends of the mountain."


March

Neighborhood playgroup with the 4yo is at our house today -- it's her and four darling little boys. Quotes of the morning from her getting ready to be the Hostess with the Mostess:
"Mom, I want apples and cheese and 'fwuits and vegstables,' and everyone can have their oooooown apple," as she makes multiple trips up and down the stairs to secure enough Costco apples that are almost as large as her guests heads.
She also requested "Wok-n-Woll!" for the background music, but said if anyone asked for "Gangman Style" or "Let it Go" that would be ok, too.
And then:
"Mom, I just want my fwends to help me rake the leaves." 
Me: "Well, they may just want to play with toys." 
"But they are my guests so I will tell them what to do."


I share some Lactivism on Facebook--
“I love it when friends call me for advice about weaning... Because I'm basically like, “your kid's not even three, what's the rush?’” 


Daylight Savings Holdenism:
On discovering it was already bed time when it's completely light outside he moans: "Is this meant to be a dream-breaker for kids, or what?"


First day of Spring Break and I'm wondering what adventures the kids are dying to do today: Library for new books? Zoo to see the new babies? Bernie Sanders rally?
The options are endless! 
The possibilities infinite! 
The social media posts will prove to be epic!
"Mom, we just want a day home," Holden says, excited to play and build something with the wood he got for Christmas.

April
Apparently I didn’t write down anything interesting my family said in April….at least, nothing I felt merited a facebook post. 


May


A long form recap when I left my iPhone tucked away for a weekend with the Great Grandmas.  


One particular sick day home from school for Holden, he’s frustrated I can’t be at his beckon call all day. I finish up my conference call, and tell him I need to send one more email before I can come join him again. I draft a few lines of correspondence when he hollers from his bedroom: "Maaaaoooom! What's taking so long?"
"I told you. I had to send an email," I reply. "'Remember, I said that when you're at school that's when I do my work for Neumont?'"
He looks at me quizzically.
"What," I say, "Did you think I was just home doing yoga all day?"
"Yes," he says. "That's exactly what I thought."


I tell Holden he’s growing like a weed, and he reminds me “one man’s weed is another man’s wildflower.”


Last day of sewing for Holden at The Finishing School until the summer. His pièce de résistance: Deadpool, of course.Danny asked him if anyone else sewed a Deadpool today.  "No," he told us. "They were afraid their moms would get mad."


Zoë: "Mom when I grow up I'm moving to Africa to study mathematics...and gen-aw-tics."
Me: "I think you mean genetics."
Z: "What's genetics?"
Me: "The study of your genes." (H & Z erupt in laughter.) "Not jeans you wear, like what make your eyes blue or your hair blonde. Your DNA."
Z (more giggles): "When I grow up I'm gonna move to Africa to study mathematics, genawtics and jeans I wear." (Just a reminder that last year she aspired to be a pumpkin, so life ambitions are upward-trending.)


Me to Holden: "It's so exciting! Last day of school!"
Him: "What's so good about that?"


June

When puts on an outfit she adores she says: "I'm gonna be FASHION!" -or- "Everyone is gonna say 'Zoë you look fashion!" 


Excited to get back to The Finishing School to start a week-long sewing camp, Holden gives me his plan:  "I'm going to sew like 15 Picachus today!"


Getting her favorite nursery rhymes on Netflix: "Mom, we need to watch Mother Goosebumps," and then sings "Nick Nack Waddy-Pack give a dog a booooone!"


After months of being on opposite school schedules, Z and one of her besties--we'll call her "Franny"--finally got together for a long awaited playdate. On the drive to our house the two were discussing their plans to live together in Japan when they grow up (Z's idea)... and then China because Holden told them there were ninjas in Japan (so obvs. China must've sounded like a much safer place.)
Then they shared their life goals: "I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up, and study lots of things, and help the homeless," Zoë said.
Franny shared her plans: "Well, when I grow up I'm going to be a Mom, and a ballerina and a nurse and a doctor."
"I'm gonna do that too!" Z added, the power of suggestion is strong with this age group.
The Holden chimed in. "I'm going to drive an ice-cream truck and work at Lagoon," he shared.
"Dream big," I tell him.
"I'm just afraid they won't pay me very much money," he lamented.



July

Z on milestones: "Mom when I get my license when I'm 16 I'm driving straight to the place to get my nose pierced."


Holden, after catching some segments of the Sunday political news round-ups with his Grandpa: “I’m not voting for Donald Trump because he says swears, and mean things about women.” #proudmama


August

Zoë kissing Holden on the head and affectionately whispering: "You're my little Zika Virus."
After about the fifth time Holden follows up with, "I don't think you know what that means."


Z says: "Mom I can tell that you're going crazy right now and that's why I'm helping you set the table."



September

Over breakfast, Z's casual comment: "Hoe-den, only girls can have babies. Not boys." Holden, looks over at me with a Mona-Lisa smile and a knowing twinkle in his eye: "Zoë, I'm pretty sure boys play a role in the process."

After Z’s soccer game, she says: "Mom, I'm finished with my cookie because I have had enough sugar. Now I'm just gonna meditate."


Z shares what she loves about school starting (Pre-K4):
"Because they have PB&J that comes in a plastic and it's a circle! And they have chips! And they have corn dogs with ketchup!"


Our kids, the fashionistas:
Z picked out gold sequined jacket from H&M and said: "It is my most favorite shirt in the whole entire world. It sparkles in the sun. Everyone will say, 'Oh Zoë, where did you get your coat?'"

Not surprising, Holden was quite envious of the piece asking for one himself, but later reconsidered noting he thought it would be too disruptive to his classmates and make it harder for others to learn. "I just don't know where I would really wear it," he lamented.


"I just 'wreally' want to be a wrock-star Mom."


"Mom we really need to get me some footie pajamas. Get me pink, but if they don't have pink then get me something beautiful, and if they don't have something beautiful than get me something cool, and if they don't have something cool just get me black." 


Z during the first presidential debate, screaming at Trump on the TV: “That is not how you treat a lady!” #littlefeminist


October
Danny tells Z she need’s new ski pants: “I need pink!” She squeals. “I only work in pink.... And white.... And sometimes very very very dark red.”


On attending the “Rally for Equal Treatment of Women” at the State Capitol:
Holden was worried he wouldn't be allowed to join us. But Z assured him: "Don't worry Hoe-den, all kinds of mens can come too!" 


On her locks: "Mom, I want straight hair like Adele." 


And having the flu:  “You know the best thing about throwing up? I get to watch shows ALL Day!"


"I've got something really fun that we could do on a trip to Hawaii,” Danny says, “but it's kind of expensive so we'll need to save our money..." and proceeds to tell them about a helicopter ride with breathtaking falls that includes a tour of the island where Jurassic Park was filmed.
"I'm sorry Dad," Zoë tells him. "But I'm trying to save *my* money for a fire jet pack. So how about we just use your money, mom's money and Hoe-dens?"


You can read the entirerecap here, but H &Z’s conversation about The Little Mermaid ended with the Holden weighing in on her life choices: “I don’t think she’s gone to college Zoë. I don’t think she really knows anything.”

Zoë, indignant at such a harsh critique of the headstrong redhead rebuked her brother firmly: “Yes she has Hoe-den! She went to school. She went to Mermaid College and Mermaid school!”

November

[Scene: Holden practicing his KungFu forms in the mirror this morning.]
Z: "Hoe-den, you are lookin' fierce today!"


On “The Disquieting Muses” (aka. An introspective into failed female parenting and otherness.)
Z: "Mom, will you turn on the poetry?"
Me: "You mean the Sylvia Plath tape?"
Z: "Yeah, I like the 'mother-mother' one because it helps me sleep."


Holden: "Mom, I just feel like my heart is telling me that I should do Kung Fu..." 


December

Hamilton Holdenism.

H: "Mom, I think for my birthday I want a Hamilton party."Me: "You already said you wanted to take a few friends to the Batman Lego movie." H: "Yes, but I mean when I turn nine... we could play the music from Hamilton..."Me (thinking out loud as to what exactly a Hamilton party would entail): "Maybe dress up as your favorite founding father?... or maybe we could hire someone to come play George Washington."H: "How much do you think it would be to get the guy who wrote it, you know the original one who played Hamilton to come?" Me: "Like $200,000! That's the cost of a house for some people!" H: "Well you guys could probably do that." Me (exasperated): "Um, No. That is waaaay too much money"H: "OK, well, what's that new city it's playing in?"Me: "Chicago?"H:" Yeah, Chicago. I guess I could just take a couple of my closest friends to Chicago for a couple of nights and we could see it there..."

Zoë on meeting Santa when he inquires if she should be on the naughty or nice list:
"I'm on the nice list because I've been good all day today."