Thank You, Wango Tango. I Think.

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• (TABS OUT) Singer Miley Cyrus performs during the KIIS-FM's 2008 Wango Tango concert held at the...

Since we live in Southern California, of course my daughters insisted on dragging me to Wango Tango to see Miley Cyrus. The whole Vanity Fair half-naked thing didn’t faze them a bit. I’m not sure they even understood what the fuss was about. I certainly didn’t.

So there we were on Saturday in the middle of the blazing heat (To me. They didn’t care.) surrounded by thousands of other screaming girls. The first part of the day was designed for tweens like mine, so we found a place to set down my purse -- the large one I use to sneak in cold drinks, food, and sunscreen so I don’t get gored by the concession usurers.

The girls were excited about Lindsay Lohan and Ryan Seacrest, but they couldn’t stop talking about Hannah Montana. That is, until the Jonas Brothers took the stage. Zoe, my littlest one, was mesmerized. She didn’t speak. She didn’t squirm. She just sat there, mouth open, while I rubbed more SPF on her nose.

She started fidgeting the moment they left and continued to do so until Seacrest announced Miley Cyrus’ imminent arrival. I was seriously hoping she would hurry up so that Zoe would settle down again.

When Miley finally came on, she thanked her fans for supporting her, which was nice, then launched into the songs I’ve been forced to bear for the past life or so. But much to my chagrin, Zoe continued to fidget. Perhaps it was all too much for her.

When Cyrus’ set was over, I declared it time to go. Wango Tango was getting ready to ease into the more adult fare like Snoop Dogg. And while I’m not prudish about foul language myself, the last thing I need is a call from Zoe’s teacher asking where the little darling picked up the phrase “M.F.”

So, gathering up our belongings, we made our way back through the crowd, forming a chain so no one would end up in the lost-and-found. It was then that Zoe hit me with such a shock.

“I don’t like Hannah Montana anymore,” she said.

Relief flooded through me. In my mind, I was already building a funeral pyre of her posters, CDs, and video games. It was brilliant. Then...

“I like Kevin Jonas.”

I sighed. Zoe was moving on. It’s time for boys.