So, here's how it went down.
Well, it's how it always goes down.
Months ago, Children #1 and #2 discover that Pentatonix will be touring here.
Full freak out.
Lots of excitement.
When asked if they could go, I responded "I'm not paying for it."
Tickets were purchased with the promise of "I'll pay you back."
Present day-- no pay back.
When will I ever get my act together.
But then the concert happens.
And they freak out again. Because it's so epic and awesome.
And I realize I can make demands.
You know, because I paid for the tickets, and all.
I demand a sister photo.
And I watch them as they talk about their night.
They are light and excitement and joy.
I'll pay it every time.