It seems that THIS isn't the only little girl that Sanjaya Malakar can make cry.
I have watched my poor, little brainwashed daughter over the weeks eat, sleep and breathe Sanjaya. 
She has dreams about him, ponders as she's eating her supper, if HE too hates rice? She named her latest little stuffed rottweiler Sanjaya. (San, for short). She changed her desktop background to a close up of him. Sometimes she'll randomly tell us a stupid useless fact about him that she's learned off his fansite. For instance,... if Barry and I are discussing the latest Bush scandal at dinner, she'll suddenly perk up from her daze and say something utterly ridiculous like...."Did you guys know that Sanjaya's hair is, like...naturally curly? But he can totally wear it both ways." Of course, if you tease her, she will go ballistic, turn 8 shades of red and vehemently deny it. SHE thinks he is AH-mazing at singing. She did however suggest that if he asked her, she MAY consider dating him. Last night, she sat on her chair, then the rocker, then the couch, in a 3 minute span as she waited to hear the results of who was getting voted off. Her bottom lip quivered in anticipation, and at times, she covered her eyes. Barry, Oscar and I giggled our hearts out as we watched this hilarious display of young puppy love/obsession. SHE would occassionally catch us grinning at her and bark out, "WHAT???!! He's just a good singer. RELAX, MOTHER!" And so it begins... I remember plastering posters of Kirk Cameron and Brett Michaels all over my walls. (I had a subscription to Tiger Beat, I'm sure). I can't imagine how my parents let me live. Little girls are such feeble-minded little dopes when it comes to boyz.
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