Going Out with Dad

For the past two weeks we have been psyching Alea up for her first Daddy Daughter Dance. She was going to wear her cousin’s special dress, a small amount of makeup, get a special hair-do and go out with her daddy only. She even toyed with the idea of getting her ears pierced for this grandeurs occasion. The fingernails had been painted, the makeup applied, the dress on and the hair curled to perfection, it was time to go. She looked like a doll and was all but pushing Greg out the front door.

Thirty minutes later I got a phone call saying that the dance was not at all what Greg thought and they were leaving. What a drag that this “Daddy Daughter Dance” had to incorporate such phrases (in the song lyrics) as “slap the booty”, “dip, dip, dip”, and other crude lyrics that I won’t share. Greg said his senses were on heightened alert and he did not want his baby girl listening to that, not to mention the type of dancing going on-he was embarrassed. It just wasn’t quite like the ball scene in Cinderella we were all picturing. Of course Greg came through like a Prince for Alea. They danced a few dances and had plenty of refreshments. The wrap-up of the night was getting “Madagascar 2” and M&M’s! Alea was floating on air upon arriving home and her first comment to me was, “Mom, I ate cookies and candy!” I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband and Alea is so blessed to have her wonderful Daddy. Way to go Dad . . .