TC called yesterday and I immediately held my breath when he said, I did something unexpected last night.

He bought four tickets for today’s Cincinnati Symphony Opening Weekend with Louis Langrée. Mind you, he already attended Opening Night on Friday but he was just, so moved and so inspired, by the program that he thought I might like to go.

Considering I barely go anywhere these days nor move far, I was immediately annoyed. It just felt too much — any outing with TC always turns into an all day into evening affair. He’s so high maintenance like that. And I just have not been up for that.

Except he’s so sneaky and manpuliative and such a great guilt tripper in the way our parents can be to us and he said, now no pressure, you don’t have to go. But you know, if you want to have an educated, well rounded and exposed child you’d do the right thing and come instead of listening to that wanna be rap shit.

I’m sorry, I draw the line when someone starts to diss Beyoncé. I love her and I always will and I can’t help it if I’m going to play Crazy In Love for The Babe over some damn annoying nursery school rhymes like the Itsy Bitsy Spider. No, no, my child is going to know how to shake her rump unlike her Mama, from a young age.

Aren’t these things equally as important?

Of course I immediately thought, oh hell he’s right! Must expose now in utero The Babe to things like Beethoven and Maya Angelou.

So before I knew what I was agreeing to, I had agreed.

Plus, Louis Langrée is a français, and I should support my fellow Frenchies.

I’m just hoping I’m home before 8 p.m.