Paige has a formal Winter Ball coming up with her R.O.T.C. in December. She's right excited about it as she has a formal gown (Thank you, Melinda!) to wear that is just beautiful. I'm excited about fixing her hair and making sure her accessories are perfect for the evening.
The other night The Man, Paige, and I were in the kitchen chatting. We normally do this while supper is cooking. That's our perfect time to catch up and just talk about our day as the food cooks. Paige was talking about the ball and who she might invite as her date and whatnot. I told her that The Man and I would be more than happy to chaperone if need be. "NO," she exclaimed. She was right adamant about it, too. I told her my parents had chaperoned a thing or two and so had The Man's when he was growing up. No way, no how did that sister want us up at her ball. She went on to accuse us of watching her every move, eyeing her date, and all around embarrassing her.
We kept assuring her that we would act appropriately and not infringe on her space and ability to be all ninja and cool.
Still, she insisted that that last thing she wanted was for us to be there all up in her business.
When I kept trying to argue our side, she cried in exasperation, "Why would you want to be there??????"
I looked at her and in the same tone of voice replied, "So I can blog about it, of course!"
Well, that sealed it right then and there. The Man and I won't be chaperoning her Winter Ball this year.