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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