One day my husband came home and said he had a surprise for our daughter Dylan. He managed to get the highly sought after Miley Cyrus ticket…on the 11th row! Now Dylan is four… yes that’s probably a little young, but she’s not clued into the whole controversial photos/dancing on a stripper pole, etc… She just knows she will see Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana! We left all the other information out.
I accompanied Dyl pickle to the concert. I admit it wasn’t completely intolerable for me. I had loud, but pleasant conversations with the other mothers around me. We all discussed how expensive the snow cones were and that we had just spent $30 on a t-shirt. Hey it’s her first concert, we had to commemorate it with a t-shirt! She got a little tired towards the end and started asking, with about four songs left, if this was the last song. Overall she had a great time and it was a special moment for me as well. My husband the photographer wasn’t there to take his usual fantastic photos, but I snapped a few for her so she can look back at her first concert when she’s 16 and think..Miley Cyrus..really mom?
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