He Says, She Says

The excitement over at our house is palpable. The dance is coming.

After dinner last night, Tyler goes onto the computer which is unlike him. Emily and I are not allowed to see what he is doing.

“I’ve got an idea. Keep away!” he says.

He eventually tells me after she goes to bed and I do not like this idea.

I do not like it on a boat.

I do not like it with a goat.

I do not like it, Sam I am.

He wants to get a limo for the dance and take us, the boy and his family too.

Absolutely not is precisely what I say to him. She is in the 4th grade. It is a big enough deal to actually go with a boy. Too young. Too humiliating. Not appropriate.

He Says: I am the Crusher of Dreams.

I Say: I am ok with that.

He Says: It will be so memorable.  It is her 1st dance.

I Say: It is a K-6 school dance and parents are required to attend!  It is for families for heaven’s sake! 

He Says: It would be… wait for it… legendary!

I Say: She does not want that kind of attention. No one wants that kind of attention.

He Says: Emily’s friend would think it was super cool.

I Say: That is because he is a boy. You are a boy. Boys are stupid.

There will not be a limo. We came to a I hit him mutual decision and I won.

However, since my dear, darling husband really believes that I am wrong and he is right, let’s take a vote! Who’s with me? Please, please, click to vote – I can’t wait to see what you think!!!

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