Well, tomorrow afternoon is the Valentine’s Dance at Rye’s school.
You can imagine the excitement that is brewing over here. Pre-dance discussions with friends. Endless texting. Calling Grandma for a last minute after school outing for new shoes. Oh yea, we’ve got the whole thing going on.
But it’s all good. Rye has made it to school on time and perky every day since the Monday fiasco because he wants to go to the dance.
Get ready to dance!
Wow, and check out the tight, high-waist white pants and the set of white, bright and shiny chompers on Barry Gibb.
Holy cow.
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That is a great time to be a kid. I remember going to middle school dances and how exciting it all was. The anticipation was almost as fun as the actual dance.
And I hope your son chooses an outfit a little more lo-key than John Travolta there – that is quite a humdinger.
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