Eigth Grade Dance
My son went to the 8th Grade Dance last night. Not sure I like that he's growing up so much. Gonna take some getting used to.
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
4 comments:
What a cute pair, all dressed up!
Be thankful you don't have daughters, Steakbellie. I think there's a lot more to worry about. My dad handled it by not allowing me to go to dances with boys until my Senior prom in high school.
In retrospect, I'm really glad my father was overprotective when I was a young girl, but I still like to tease him by saying stuff like "You turned me into lesbian, you know."
Yeah, I really wouldnt do well with girls, especially after seeing all them before this dance. I had a hard enough time seeing my own boy all dressed up....
Awww. What a handsome dude. Mine turns 18 soon and has decided it's time to fly. He won't come with us to AZ, but will move about an hour from here. Sigh.
Enjoy every moment.
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