Each spring, there's a big fundraiser for the kids' elementary school. One item "sold" is attendance at the Father/Daughter Dance. This year's dance took place last Friday. In addition to ponying up the $50 to have Pete and Daughter attend, I also help organize the dance, donate money to fund it, and work the dance itself.
I think I mentioned before that Pete is likely grateful that it's the last dance he'll have to do as this is Daughter's last year at the school. [Don't get me started on how angst-filled I am about my little girl
being turned over to the wolves starting middle school next year.]
Some of the older girls are already acting rather, um, sexy. They shake what they've got. And some of them already got. It occurred to me toward the end of the dance that some of these girls' fathers have got to be shaken to the core watching their daughters...shake their cores. They're likely thinking, "Where's my little girl?!! When did she get those?!! How did she learn to do that?!!"
Here's my little girl, all gussied up with a tiara for effect.