Wait, is that my baby boy dancing with a GIRL? Oh No I say to myself, this can't be. Didn't I just change his diaper yesterday? Don't I have to hold his hand and walk him into school? Don't I have to teach him his ABC's? Apparently not. Now I have to worry about girls calling and girls leaving love notes in his desk and dropping him off to dances instead of walking him into kindergarten. I have to worry about the "sex" talks, and growing older and changing voices. Oh, I guess he is growing up. No longer my baby boy but my handsome "tween". Ready, but not really ready for it all. I guess all I can say is, "Let the fun begin" (and no kissing until your at least 25 right?? or maybe 30!
So cute! The girls already feet taller than all the boys came wearing their high heels, makeup, nails done, diamonds in the hair and around the neck. Oh so sute and awkward at the same time.
My handsome baby boy. Shhhh no one tell him I am still calling him my baby boy, I would be in big trouble-It's hard for me to even get a hug now a days. Too cool for all of that!
2 comments:
That gym looks the same as it always has- same as for our Valentine's dances- how strange! So glad you went and took pictures so I could see!
Ter, you are so funny. Did your son about want to throw your camera away...I laughed at the picture that you took with him dancing.....so funny. Sadly, I would have done the dame thing.....I love it!!
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