Prom

The other day Davis and I were dancing in the living room. Sometimes we do a sweet slow dance, but on this particular day, Davis was doing a crazy fast dance and twirling and swinging me around so much my arm hurt. I informed him that he may need dance lessons before he went to the prom. “What’s the prom, Mommy?” was the question. I explained that for this dance event, you pick a girl you like, ask her to be your date, buy her a flower for her wrist, get all dressed up, and go to the dance together. Davis said, “I will just take you Mommy!” Of course my heart melted. I am writing this down, because when it comes prom time, I am going to remind him of this. We’ll see if I still am his first pick for a date!

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