So I picked Dexter up from his dance on Friday night. Sure I arrived about 30 minutes before the time to pick him up. I used the excuse of not wanting to wait in a long pick up line. But we all know the truth is I could not wait to hear about his night. I think I was a little more nervous than he was about reaching this milestone in his life. When Dexter walked out of the gymnasium he was dripping in sweat, looking like a bald Meatloaf in the 'Bat out of Hell' video. He plops in my car, exhausted, and admits he is a little sick from all the crap snacks he purchased with the five dollars I sent him with. Dex tosses his head back and then lets out a giant sigh. I ask him if he is tired and he tells me he is just exhausted. Our talk went a little something like this. Mom: "did you have fun?"
Dexter: "Yeah, I danced A LOT, I had 2 sodas and 1 1/2 Butterfinger bars and something else.."
Mom: "What else could you possibly have Dex?"
Dexter: " Um.....I think I did something wrong."
Mom: Taking a DEEP breath and wondering what fire she is going to have to put out on Monday
morning. " What did you do wrong Dex?"
Dexter: Giant sigh..."I think I have a girlfriend now."
Yup, my little Tony Manero left his first dance feeling pretty great.