So, Mr. Sweetie and I are totally excited about Our Big Date on Friday--we're off to see U2. So, we've been playing their music on the iPods, and suddenly, The Pony has become aware of them. I was playing "Until the End of the World" and the dissonant chording at the beginning caught her ear, and she pricked up like a spaniel on the hunt:
"What song is THAT?!?"
So, out of the total goodness of our hearts, we sat the kidlets down last night and played some of the Slane Castle DVD, from the Elevation tour--U2 live in Dublin. It's a great, great show, and now the kidlets are complaining.
How come we get to go see U2 and they don't.
Mr. Sweetie said it was because if U2 was their first concert, the rest of their lives would be down hill from that.
Actually, they've threatened to call Child Protective Services on us, but they're not sure whether failing to take them to the Vertigo Tour constitutes "abuse" or "neglect."
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