Mason.

Okay. At first, this was going to go to Mama J.J.  I mean, she did bring me pie on election night.  Apple pie.  HOMEMADE apple pie.  Hmmm.  Pie.

She also told me that her lovely family would be playing at a bluegrass festival on Saturday.  Matt came into town this weekend and was in charge of planning the night.  The concert was a fun, unique way to spend a Saturday night.  It also caused us to be in close proximity to one of my favorite restaurants which was a double score!  The family is very talented and I thought about sending a thank you to the entire Side of Taylors.  But I'm not sure if that really followed my rule or not.  Plus, Mason won out because of something that happened at the last junior high choir concert.

First of all, the seating at the concert is assigned seating through a random drawing.  Josey drew the nosebleed seats.  Not just the nosebleed seats, the nosebleed seats on the opposite side of the auditorium from where she was to stand in the aisle and sing during the finale.  Of course, had she been right in front of me, she would have pretended not to know that I was waving wildly and snapping pictures.  (If you wonder why, refer to the JoJo post and description of parachuting at IKEA.  I kind of know why she worries what I might do.  I kind of like worrying her.  It's just too tempting to pass up sometimes!)

Fortunately, Mason's place to sing in the aisle was right at the end of my row!  That boy has no problem having his picture snapped.  In fact, when I did that "loud whisper" which is actually louder than just yelling, an action forbidden by my child, he turned around and posed with a giant smile.  It was nice that when my own sweet girl was unavailable to fawn over, Mason was happy to oblige!

Mason, thanks for putting on such an amazing performance and being my choir night stand in.  I'm looking forward to the Spring Musical.