I thought you were joking but after reading you post a second time, I concluded you are serious.
I took my niece to see Alvin and the Chipmunks, the Squeakuel last week. I haven't disliked a move that much since I sat through The Hours. Until I saw your post about Enchanted 2, I couldn't have imagined a worse sequel. I will have to find some way to distract her from seeing Enchanted 2. The first one was bad enough.
Maybe I could offer to let her have another sleepover of her 10 and 11 year-old friends. It wasn't so horrible, and I did manage 2 hours of sleep before having to make blueberry pancakes. Jesus, Enchanted 2 or hosting a sleepover of prepubescent girls who already exhibit some of the worst female traits of neuroses, body image problems, back-biting, and cliques. Maybe I should take her to visit my mum, her nan. No, that would never work. I would be suicidal or homicidal within one day. No, if it came to that I could just stay in the U.S. and sit through Enchanted 2. This is a nightmare.
If you are ever faced with raising a siblings child, make sure it is a boy. Little girls are as incomprehensible as adult women. Don't get me wrong. I love her and would give my life to protect her, but you cannot imagine what it is like to have to sit through poorly done children's movies or host a sleepover for a whole pack of little girls. And cute, I don't get cute. To me cute was always some guy I saw not some stuffed animal although one former boyfriend was hairy enough to be confused for one. I understand GI Joe and toy cars, but Barbie and Webkinz just look like clutter.