They changed into tube dresses and put on their strappy shoes and my daughter apparently wasn't all that bothered or had the good graces not to tell her mother because we both know I'm not putting my coltish 12 year old doe eyed dancer into a tube dress and strappy shoes anytime soon.
I sent her off to a dance party in her service dress. Did I know I was doing this? Uh huh. Do I have any regrets? Uh uh. I knew perfectly well what I was doing and I have a feeling she probably had the poise to pull it off exactly as she ought too. Given her age.
Sorry. I'm not buying into this crap. They're TWELVE. Thirteen at best. No chance. And besides all that, it is best to learn to pull off desirable in the mating dance in a service dress first.
Momma knows exactly what she's doing. Why don't we just call a spade a spade as long as we're having an honest weekend?
When I took this picture she asked, but why? And I said...