Last Friday, Josie attended her first school dance.  Her school used to have dances occasionally for the upper grades.  When Ty was 12, I didn't let him go.  I thought the whole idea of sixth and seventh having a dance was stupid; plenty of time ahead for such nonsense.  I no longer think that.  Now I'm more in the 'let them learn how to behave while in fancy dress while in front of all their teachers' frame of mind.  Besides, Josie spent the first eight years of her life sharing a room with her much older sister.  Not a lot of innocence to be protected, there.  I'm not saying Katie ever had guys over or anything, I'm just saying Josie knows about push up bras and high heels.

A month or so ago, Katie and Josie went out to find a dress for the dance.  I gave Katie money for the purchase.

"Will I have to pay you back if I let her buy anything skanky?" my smart ass older daughter asked me.

"You won't let her do that.  You never buy skanky stuff for yourself."  I replied.  It's true.  She doesn't.  And if she did, she knows Zack would have plenty to say on the matter. 

They came home with a very cute black and white dress, not too fancy but just right.  Josie and I got her a pair of shoes to wear with it.  She wore the dress on Easter to show all her cousins.

The plan on the big night was for Josie and several of her friends to stay after school to help set up, then all go to KeAnna's house to get  ready, so I didn't get to see how they all looked til I picked them up later.  They looked spectacular.

The fashions at the moment are short, but really cute and I was happy to see that very few of the girls were wearing black.  I'm so sick of black I could puke tar.  I myself have been collecting non-black clothes for a few years because I am so  tired of going out and all of us look like a big dark flock of crows.  You know what ladies?  Black may or may not be slimming but it's never a good idea to be dressed exactly the same as the younger, slimmer, blonder chick with the world class rack who is going to be standing next to you at some point in the evening.  Think about it.

So I was delighted to see a gym full of lovely young girls dressed in every color of the rainbow, with glitter.  They boys were dressed up, too, including one young man in what looked like a white tux.

"They couldn't really get the boys to dance," our language arts teacher, Ms. Cunningham , said to me as she swept up.   Some things never change.

I brought four of the girls home with me.  Josie, KeAnna, Mallory and Maria spent the night here.  Jay, who did not know they were coming, stepped up and  ordered them pizza and the girls watched movies out on the porch.

True story; they all got their report cards on Friday, also.  Josie opened hers in front of her friends.  "Oh, no!  my grades went down in every subject!" she said.

"What did you get?" Mallory asked.

"All As and A-s." Josie wailed. 

Damn.  She is so grounded.

 

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