One of these Things is Not like the Other...

I used to love that Sesame Street song, the one of these things is not the other game. 4 items, one of them different than the others somehow. Tonight was the final performance of the top choir at Preston's High School, Woods Cross. The group is called the "Madrigals." And they are fabulous. It's like listening to a professional choir, where the director is dedicated, all of the choir members love what they do, and they are on pitch. It really was a lovely performance. The only hiccup came when the choir changed from their formal attire to their casual (yet still matching) attire. It was then revealed that my handsome, talented, entertaining son, apparently hadn't been able to locate his second outfit. Ryan and I sank a little in our seats, but they still sounded fabulous. And at the end of the performance, I just declared to mutual friends that there was simply no way we were going to pay a dime for that second costume!  Mercy.

Formal. Looking good.

The guy next to him is also in a the wrong shirt, and lost his suspenders too.

But I bet he was happy to stand next to Preston.