For the first time in a LONG time, the Husb and I made a spontaneous decision. You see, there's something about small children that zaps all the spontaneity out of you.
We heard American Idol finalist Phillip Phillips was coming back to his hometown to do the televised Hero's Welcome show. And his hometown was just across the state, a mere 3.5 hours away. We had the last soccer game of the season, a party to follow and if we left immediately after that, we'd roll up into his town at showtime.
WHY THE HECK NOT!!
So we did just that. Told the kids the night before and Big Sis gave us the response we were looking for. Phillip, at this point, is her Elvis. And we just told her we were taking her to see him.
Yes, we accept your "BEST PARENTS EVER!" award gladly, Sis.
Buster was excited too and wondered if he would need to bring his guitar or drum sticks to play with him (as he does while watching AI each week). No buddy, he's got his band this time. Maybe in a few years.
The Babies can't even pronounce his name nor have they seen an episode of AI, but nonetheless they joined right in on the excitement, chanting, "PHIWIP! PHIWIP! PHIWIP!"
On the ride into Leesburg...