On Saturday night, YaYa is going to his first school dance. They’re calling it a “fun night” but we all know that that’s just a gimmick to get anyone and everyone to attend.
YaYa thinks I’m a fool for thinking such a thing. “It’s NOT a dance,” he says, “We wear normal clothes and they have games.” “Cool.” I say. Apparently, he only remembers the dances where BoBo dressed up in a tuxedo.
My first school dance was loud music, a sparking disco ball, and a line of girls holding up one wall and boys on the other. Awk-ward! We just stood there and waited for some brave soul to make the walk across the room to ask one of us to dance.
Me: Sometimes, we got tired of waiting…and would be the one to ask them.
YaYa was quiet.
Me: You were pretty embarrassed if you walked all that way and they said no.
Me: I really think that some of them wanted to say yes but were too embarrassed that you beat them to the asking.
YaYa smiled. I think he was surprised that I remembered…or that I shared the story with him.
YaYa: We don’t have to ask anyone. We can just all go out and dance together.
Me: Oh. That’s much easier.
Maybe it’s better if I just let him think that I was always his way-cool Mom. Oh wait. He stopped thinking that long ago. *sigh* It’s NOT a dance; it’s a fun night.
And, by the way, EVERYONE is going.