So I’m probably supposed to keep mum about this, but you know me. I’m just proud that I’ve kept it under my hat this long–though that might be due to the fact that I was catatonic for a prolonged period. The occasion? Madysen went to the Hi-Lites Dance with [gulp] a boy.
I’m not old enough for this, am I? No, you say? Absolutely correct.
If I can squeeze one humorous angle out of this angina-enducing event it is this: Holly and I were sitting next to a mom at a JV soccer game when the mom turns to Holly–
Mom: “So, I hear we’re dating.”
Holly: “We are? You and me?”
Mom: “No, our kids.”
Holly: “Madysen and [the mom's freshman daughter]?”
Mom: “No, I guess Madysen didn’t tell you?”
Holly: “Guess not.”
Mom: “Madysen asked [mom's freshman son].”
Me: [Trying to breath]
I’ll be okay; really, I will. But you’re going to have to give me time. I won’t say much more. We do have a few pictures, none of which we were allowed to take.
I hope that Madysen’s date was not the one wearing the “Wild Thing” t shirt or the one with the painted face….
Her date? I’m more comfortable saying that she was accompanied by a young man (or maybe kid–I can’t decide). He’s in the dark hat, next to “Wild Thing.”
Hilarious.
This is what you do. Show Maddy two of those pictures side by side. First, the one of the girls: dressed nicely, smiling, arrayed in good order allowing everyone to be seen.
Then, the dudes. They look (on purpose) like refugees, they are only loosely arranged in a group (don’t get too close, boys, you might touch!), only one is looking in the direction of the camera, only one smiling (and he appears to be smiling at something else altogether), at least two are innappropriately dressed (no matter what the event), and the hats – My Goodness, the hats.
The last picture is even funnier when the two sides are forced to occupy the same space and they do so exactly as they had done when apart.
Tell your daughter that this is a perfect encapsulation of the difference between the male and female minds at that age. In five to ten years the boys will have caught up. Then she can start dating.
Trench, oh naive Trench. You’ve unveiled your status as childless. See, I understand your logic and the inevitable conclusion that it leads too. Unfortunately, my teenagers and logic are like ships passing in the night. Therefore, I’m forced to bribe them with the likes of Jamba Juice, text messaging, and weird clothing to get any sort of compliance from them.
That picture of the young gents is about the funniest thing I’ve seen, ever. It is an awkward age, no? That “Wild Things” guy has future librarian written all over him.
I think the face painter is the librarian. He appears to have let the guy in front of him borrow a camo shirt.
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