Best. Moms. EVER. -- Part 1

Ignore the ticket price. We won't even discuss what was ACTUALLY paid on Stubhub.

The Girl and her bff had been begging for One Direction. They'd be 14 by the time the concert rolled around and, after much deliberation, Agent S and I decided they could be trusted to go alone (cutting the cost of tickets significantly W00t!) and the tickets could be their "big" Christmas gift, too. Good. We opted for the concert in Hershey because they were cheaper than Philly. Better. Then My Fella couldn't figure out what to get a 14-year-old girl for Christmas and asked if the ticket could be from him. He'd even buy her bff's if Agent S agreed to drive. Best. I bought two sequined Union Jack tanks (the concert wasn't until July) for the girls and Agent S and I plotted. Because we're rotten. So we each told our own kid that they were giving the other one of these tank tops, but that WE would wrap them because we'd wrap them nicer (wink, wink, nudge). In actuality, we planned to pin the tickets to the shirts, fold them in a way they'd HAVE to pull them out of the box and couldn't possibly miss the tickets. This allowed for them to think they hadn't gotten the one thing they wanted more than anything for Christmas. Muahahaha. It went mostly as planned. The Girl didn't see hers right away, meanwhile her BFF had already dissolved into tears, confusing The Girl so very much. When she saw her own, she wasn't sure/didn't want to get her hopes up that it was a ticket. Eventually she believed and also cried. It was awesome.

Fast forward to July. There were some issues with the shirts because not all of the members are British. One is Irish. *eyeroll* Well, they weren't NOT wearing these shirts if *I* had anything to say about it. And I did. Because I'm older than them. But because neither of us wanted to hear their mouths (and we surely would), I agreed to pull out my Irish stuffs (thankfully I'm a proud mick) and whip something up for them last minute in order to represent every member. 

A quick trip to the dollar store later and we were in business. Agent S made a hair bow out of a shamrock ribbon and I made a headband out of green plaid.

I have NO idea what she's gluing.

HAIR BOW!!

Keeping the ribbon in place.

We even through in some shamrock confetti for good measure, applied to the face with nail glue. What? I don't wear false eyelashes. It was the best I could do at a moment's notice! Anyway, they were, indeed, placated. 

I promise, there is a hair bow and shamrock confetti in this picture. 

We left immediately after because seriously, that's how much notice they gave us about needing Irish stuff. I hate them. Not really. Maybe a little ;) Once we arrived, we dropped them off near the parking lot with everyone else, took a picture, 

This is what abandonment looks like.

and instructed them to call us THE VERY SECOND they got passed the ticket checkers. How did our parents do this in a time before cell phones?! And Agent S and I headed off to dinner while we waited...

The rest of the story...