There are certain things a woman dreams of when she dreams of having children. I’ve always wished for a girl (or two) so I could have someone to get my nails done with, get a blowdry with and eventually watch the red carpet on E! during the Oscars with while critiquing all the dresses and hair and makeup.

This year, my friend and I watched E! and Sunny asked if she could watch with us. I thought it would be so cute, as the years prior to this one she had been too young and ruined my E! red carpet watching experience every time by running around and screaming and making noise. I thought, “How sweet, my baby girl is going to watch with me.”  I felt like I had a girlfriend sitting on either side of me ready to gossip.

She was so fun and repeated most of everything my friend Debra and I said – “She looks amazing,” or “Her hair looks kind of weird.” During one moment, she said, “Is she kidding with that outfit?”

At some point, she turned back into the 5-year-old that she is and started jumping up and down on the couch behind me while pulling my hair and screaming, “Please let me just style your hair!”  Oh, no – this was not happening to me. I made a perfect dinner at one in the afternoon and got comfy on my couch so that I would not be interrupted for the rest of the night.

I looked at my husband and said, “My Oscars red carpet is the equivalent of your March Madness, now take the kids and go to Pinkberry – and don’t even think about coming back until 6 or I’m going to freak out.”

That’s all I had to say. He took both kids and instantly I was enjoying myself once again.  That is, until my husband texted me from the car and said, “Sunny should not watch the red carpet anymore. She’s acting all affected and it’s weird.”

Apparently, the minute they got in the car, she started saying, “Call me Sandle, darling (with and emphasis on the first syllable).  I want to be famous, ‘coz if you’re not famous, no one will be friends with you.”  Just when I finished laughing at that, my phone rang and my husband told me that she walked into Pinkberry with a strut and asked the woman behind the counter who made her outfit.  She was a cross between Fancy Nancy and Joan Rivers.

So, I guess I will have to wait a few more years to watch any red carpets with Sunny as she obviously can’t handle it yet. But then again, for those two hours, aren’t we all just the grown up versions of Sandle?