Then you probably need to search for your soul somewhere. You probably lost it when you struck that deal with Satan.
Tinkerbell is the deal around our house. Chloe, who does not have the patience for any sort of TV or movies, could probably watch 24 hours of Tinkerbell or "Bell" as she calls it. She would only break to drink some milk and terrorize her sister.
When she's not watching one of our three Tinkebell movies, she's coloring in her Tinkerbell coloring book, talking to Bell on the phone, pretending to fly like Bell, or saying "Bell, Bell, Bell" until I turn the movie on.
In one of her coloring books she found a sticker of Tinkerbell. It's a small sticker and fits nicely on her hand. She carried around that sticker for two days. She would sing to it, talk to it and kiss it non-stop. Probably one of the cutest things I've ever seen.
She even loved Bell so much that she ripped her bottom half off.
But sometimes that's just what happens in the name of love.
And don't worry. She won't have to carry around a pathetic little sticker for long. I have it on good authority that Santa is bringing her a Tinkerbell doll for Christmas.