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

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I'm sure that your kids would love to have you around. It's hard to judge teenagers, though. Especially middle schoolers, who seem to have brains of fluff.

It's best not tho think too much about it and be yourself. Kids respond to that best.