Do A Little Dance

Wonderful Wife: “The boy is going to his first school dance tonight.”

Me: “Whoa! What? Should I have a talk with him? Yes, I need to talk to him. What if a girl asks him to dance? Does he know how to slow dance? Or fast dance? He’s growing up so fast. I’m not ready for him to have his first kiss or anything. This is too soon. So much we need to talk about.”

(deep breath)

Me: “Hey, Son…”

(boy runs up)

Me: “So, my boy. Are you excited about the dance?”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “No. I’m hoping me and the guys can have a pickup soccer game or something. Why, did you want to talk about something?”

Me: “Nah, we’re good. Have fun tonight.”

Too big for ice cream

Tonight I am celebrating her last day of 7th grade with the oldest.

We have this special thing where we celebrate all our special occasions with ice cream because she has loved getting ice cream since she was little.

Except, tonight she surprised me and asked for a pair of shoes instead.

Huh.

I guess she’s not my little baby anymore.

Damn it’s dusty in the Target shoe section.

I guess I wasn’t ready. I suppose no one ever is.

Ding!

Tonight My Wonderful Wife taught our son, Danger Monkey age 7, to wash and chop celery with a full sized chef’s knife.

It took a little bit of practice and I was so nervous I couldn’t even watch.

After a few minutes, I hear the Mama announce he has it down.

He shouts “Achievement unlocked!”

His Geeky Viking dad is so proud.

Is it dusty in here?