And so it's Friday...

[partly]

Soon I'm off to chaperon a middle school dance. Why, you may ask, are you voluntarily going to spend three hours with 500 eleven-, twelve- and thirteen-year-olds?

Simple. My daughter asked me.

In an age when most twelve-year-old kids can't wait to ditch their parents, mine wants me to go with her.

So I go. A small thing to make my daughter happy.



Also note:

I'm missing my Firefly tapes. It's all finabair's fault. You better be watching them, JennJenn!

Comments

[kitap.livejournal.com]

You're lucky; Davey's in the "I don't know you! *Shun*" stage.

[partly.livejournal.com]

It might be a boy thing but, then again, Davey always did seem to be the kind to not want to associate with his parents -- and older sisters. Perhaps, too, Davey's a little to aware of the 'expected' behavior of kids. He's not quite secure enough to say "I'll do what I want".

Of course, Myr thrives on that "be who you want" thing. Makes for a hard life, sometimes.

In this case, I will just be glad that what she wants is me around.