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Yes, we are suckers

Not only did we pay big bucks for tickets to see "Sesame Street Live," plus Ticketmaster fees, plus parking fees...

plus $6 for a tub of "pop-orn":



plus $4 for a bottle of water:



...we also shelled out for the souvenirs:



...including matching t-shirts, of course:



(Look! It's a picture of Phoebe and Mallory in which Phoebe is not crying!)

Millions of dollars were spent, but the kids had fun at the show. Although honestly, the popcorn was Phoebe's favorite part.




Speaking of musical events, the kids have recently been watching Annie. I myself had never seen Annie until a few weeks ago. It's mostly cheesy, but Carol Burnett is hilarious as Miss Hannigan. ("Why anyone would choose to be an orphan is beyond me" -- what a great line.) Anyway, Phoebe has started to sing "Tomorrow" at odd intervals throughout the day. And she always gives it the big finish: "To-mo-yow, to-mo-yow, I you, to-mo-yow, always DAAAAAYYY WAAAYYYY!"

Broadway, here we come.

Comments

MomofK9s said…
Sesame Street Live was fun! I loved the pop-orn as well!
H Noble said…
Too funny! Justin and I are like that now, and the kid isn't even here yet! I'm a sucker for souvenirs no matter where we are, and then get home and think "What in the world am I going to do with this?"
Glad you guys had a good time though.
Holly
aimee said…
That is too funny. When we went to the Incredibles on Ice, the kids' favorite part was the free wristband that they gave to everyone. Free! Seth still talks about the $8 dollar lemonade that we had to buy.

I hope Phoebe sings that song for us in a few weeks. I so want to hear it!

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