Friday, February 10, 2006

They're getting younger all the time

Some brilliant individual from down the road (in the next city. The rest of the boonies are towns out here) decided to hold a Valentine's Dance. And ALL the little townships nearby are invited.
First: The two older children are grounded. Bad grades just aren't conducive to their rear ends going to an extracurricular function.

But my middle and youngest chicken? Oh yeah! They're all excited about it. They are in FOURTH and FIFTH grade. The dance is for grades 4-8. Now, let me tell you, there is one hell of a lot of difference between a fourth grader and an eighth grader. Am I the only one who sees this?
The fifth grader asked this little boy, but she doesn't know if he's going with someone else or not. And my baby...MY BABY...has a date.
When I looked over at her and said..."No kissy. No touchy. No nothing." She looked at me, grinned, and said..."Mom. It's not a (insert visual of girl chicken using fingers to make "quote" marks) CRUSH date."
Oh. My. God.

The dance is being put on by the Firefighters Association from the city. There will be chaperones. Concession. All that good stuff. But if I decide to let my children go...there will be one more thing. ME.
Oh yes. The Mama. And if that's not copacetic....too damn bad.
I'm still undecided. I really hadn't planned on spending my Saturday evening watching young people huddle up in groups beginning the adolescent ritual of flirting and whatnot.
A dance.


Tori Lennox said...

You're a brave woman! :)

B said...

Dear lord, what have we gotten ourselves into? I, for one, was insistent on having a girl when I caught preggers, and have been wondering what the hell I was thinking ever since! JK, but seriously, I cringe with anticipation over the "first date", which hopefully, won't be for several more years, but that doesn't mean that Em (8) isn't already hopelessly boy crazy.

You go and let your presence be known lil’ mama, and give all those chickens a clear understanding of just what they're up against with this mother hen! Now... breath!


Tess Harrison said...

Oh man. You are brave. And it's not a crush date. I hadn't heard that before. Oh wow. Times are so different now. My dad would have flipped out if I'd went to a dance with a boy at that age.*ggg*

Rene said...

I can tell you, my dh would have a heart attack. But I think the girls see it differently. The boys are just an accessory. The night is all about them playing Cinderella or Barbie. My daughter is in 1st grade and she'd love to go.

I'd rather put my head in a vice than chaperone. You are one brave woman or a masochist.

Olga said...

You're a brave woman, indeed. Crush date? Honestly, I don't even know what it is. Either I'm so out-of-date, or kids now speak and behave differently. Or both!

Amy said...

Ai yi yi. Fourth grade? Nooooo.

Um, enjoy your weekend?