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Dancing Queen

By: Angela Gillaspie Copyright © August 2002

I can't believe it. My oldest child - my only daughter - my Little Princess - is in Middle School. She has many new responsibilities now, like getting braces, changing classes, remembering her locker combination and applying deodorant more than once a week.

On top of all of this pressure, she's going to her first dance tonight. My husband and I did some soul-searching and decided that I would go with Ashley and be a chaperone. (I also won the best two out of three games playing Rock-Scissors-Paper.)

I don't think I have to worry too much, because she's more interested in catching lizards than catching boys. I reckon having three younger brothers spoiled her curiosity about the opposite sex. Even though she knows how disgusting, smelly, and rude they are at times, I know that peer pressure can make a girl do silly things. I will be the all-seeing, all-knowing parental presence at the dance.

Be afraid.

Of course, I don't want to drive her away from me, so the two of us sat down and made a list of no-nos.

Things she should NOT do:

I mentioned that if she slow danced with a boy, I would be watching his hands and if they go anywhere they shouldn't, I'll be on him like flies on a pig.

The list of rules for me was a bit bigger.

Things I should NOT say in front of her friends:

Things I should NOT do in front of her friends (or anyone else she knows or anyone that might remotely know her):

And as an afterthought, she asked, "Mom, you're not going to write about this are you?"

Uh oh.


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