Him, as he walks into my room: “Mom, it’s time to play your favorite game.”
Me: “Which one is that?”
Him: “Help Dakota find socks that match all of this,” as he points to his outfit for the dance.
Of course I played.
I posted that snapshot of life with my son to my Facebook page a few days ago. It accompanied this picture:
That is my son. With his date to the WPA (Women Pay All) Dance. No matter the age, when they are kids they look grown up the minute they put on a sport coat. Or, in the case of her parents, I’m guessing it’s the high heels.
Lately he’s been telling me, “Woman, I am a grown ass man, and I don’t need you tellin’ me what to do!” He even kicks in with a little bit of a drawl delivering it.
This kid lays me out with his solid, quiet humor. So much bluffing about being grown up and blustering about being able to do it himself. I’ve been hearing this since he was three – what he doesn’t need from me and what he can do himself.
Until it comes down to socks.
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awwww, i remember holding him with his little bear hat on.
no fair.
is that what they call sadie hawkins dances now?
Claire:
It is amazing to watch him grow and change. Next year is his last year of high school …
And, yes, WPA is what they now call Sadie Hawkins/Babydoll dances.
– sloane