Last Saturday night, #1 on Claire's top ten list of things to do before she's 12 was checked off (not really--I made that part up about the list but if she had one, this would've been #1 for sure). What did we do, you ask?
Yes. I took my five year old to see Miley Cyrus. She had a blast and, thankfully, is too young to realize that her beloved Hannah Montana has now morphed into a 16-going-on-21 year old rocker wannabe who worked the stage in bootie shorts and tall boots and, frankly, was dancing waaaayyy to provocatively for a teenager (I just read that back and would like to announce that I have officially turned into my mother).
She did, however, announce to her kindergarten class that Miley's brother (the opening act. Don't ask. Please. It's too painful to recall) took his shirt off at the end of his set and that it was inappropriate. I would also like to announce that Claire has officially turned into my mother.
It really was a great time and we loved spending some big girl time together with our friends, Bethany and Elizabeth.
Ready to see Miley!!
Too bad I didn't know I could take my camera inside the arena. You can't tell from the picture, but that's Miley up on the stage.
p.s. Dear Miley: If you're reading this, please don't take this the wrong way but you have to ditch your brother. Seriously. Just.....Seriously.
p.p.s. Dear Billy Ray Cyrus: Your daugther is 16. Six. TEEN. I'm just sayin...