Phoebe Kate

The KITH (Kid in The House) has a serious addiction to the Disney Channel.  It seems that every time I walk into her room, day or night, Hannah Montana’s obnoxious self is mouthing off and flouncing around on the TV screen.  Billy Ray Cyrus’s spawn from hell gives a whole new meaning to the term l’enfant terrible — but what can we expect from a no-talent one-hit-wonder guy with a mullet who inflicted on audiences the likes of “Achy Breaky Heart,” arguably the worst song ever written.

Anyway, I recently remarked to the KITH that she might enjoy checking out the Discovery Channel because it had some really cool shows.  She took my suggestion and now tells me how I can build an earthquake-proof house and what the dirtiest jobs in the world are, as well as random tidbits of pop culture knowledge from “Cash Cab.”  I must admit I’m impressed.

Last evening, she topped herself.  As I was making dinner, she popped into the kitchen after an afternoon of Discovery Channel viewing and announced to me, “Let’s go to the Bermuda Triangle and DISAPPEAR!!!”

Now that’s the vacation getaway to end all vacation getaways.  Literally.  Ahhh, I foresee a brief and bizarre career for the KITH as a tour guide with a taste for the macabre… 

–phoebe kate