I'll be the first to admit, I have insanely awesome human miniatures. Sure, they're jerks that rip at my self esteem and sanity at every waking turn but they have eclectic and awesome musical tastes.
Pacey loves classical music, hard rock, punk, pop and rap. He loves soundtracks and Muse is his go-to band along with Linkin Park. Ashton is my old soul, The Beatles, The Monkees,Green Day, Run DMC, My Chemical Romance, One Direction and Jay Z. Miss Sophie Anabelle is a full on Bieber enthusiast but adores GaGa, Taylor Swift, Carly Rae Jepsom and Jay Z.
Judge all you want but two things you'll never doubt about my trio and I---we love GLEE and JayZ. Boom. I'm not ashamed.
Once Sophie asked why a song being played sounded so sad and I had to explain to her that it was country music. Bah. I digress.
After two long football practices and a trip to grandmas, we finally came home and I started dinner while Thing One,Thing Two and Thing Three put Michael Jackson's THIS IS IT on the tv to watch.
They love this movie and watch It daily only TODAY Sophie asked of we could go see Michael Jackson in concert.
I replied simply that no, he wasn't alive anymore so the best we can do is watch this. Now, the kids and I have discussed his death time and again with Sophie present and never once did we encounter an issue. Not today buddy. Her jaw drops, hands on her hips,"HE'S DEAD!? Forever!?!"
At this point, her chin is trembling and the diva sob is working its way to fruition,"I LOOOOOOOVE MICHAAAAEL JACKKKKKSON! He can't be dead! I love him! Please can we go, please!?"
Now look, I snuggled her, brought her tissues and a glass of water and she's still crying Oprah style with hiccups ad I'm just OVAH it.
Apparently, I should have been able to facilitate a meet and greet PRE death and I failed.
It's 11:30 pm, she's no longer crying but she's decided she's going to the concert anyway. I imagine the concert in question is to be determined!