In honor of Michael Bublé‘s concert tonight in Washington, D.C., and to toast that my daughter and I will be attending this concert together now that she is a teenager who loves going to concerts, I thought I’d repost one of my favorite blogs from 2012. My daughter was 10 at the time and has always known how much I love Michael Bublé. I guess I talked about him in a way that made him seem like he was one of my “friends.” The innocence of children is so sweet and funny.
And so is Michael Bublé.
This morning I was getting ready to go out the door. I was dressed casually, but nicely enough that my daughter knew I wasn’t going to be home working at the computer all day.
“Where are you going this morning?” she asked me as she was getting her breakfast together.
“Out for breakfast,” I said.
“Who are you going with?” she asked.
“You’ll never guess it,” I said.
She looked at me, mulled it over.
“Michael Bublé?” she said.
I laughed. She is so funny and knows my affinity for Michael Bublé. Don’t ask me why it was top of mind for her this morning, but even as I’m writing this, I’m still laughing.
“No,” I said. “With Ms. Bari.” Ms. Bari is one of my good friends, and with our extremely busy schedules, we don’t often have the luxury of spending quality time together over breakfast.
“So not Michael Michael Bublé?” she asked, in disbelief.
“Nope. Not today.”