Well, it had to happen sometime, right? My beloved daughter is actually old enough to go to a dance!!! Luckily, I really like the guy she went with so I felt pretty comfortable with her going out to our church's hall for the father/daughter dance this weekend.
It was a pretty weird experience, as there were actually people there! I mean, how many people do you expect at a father/daughter dance in the church hall at 7pm on a Saturday night 3 weeks before Christmas? I couldn't believe it... probably a good 150 people there. So many, in fact, that Delaney and I had to wait in line for 7 minutes to get a mini-cup of water at the water table!
But seriously, you haven't lived until you watch 75 grown men dance awkwardly with their daughters to songs they've never heard before. Most of these guys had no idea what to do... do you crouch down and dance face-to-face with your 7-year-old? Do you hold their hands? Do you just dance NEAR them?
And then, of course, is the dilemma... do you try to teach your daughter how to dance, or just let them bounce up and down like they do in the living room? I opted to let her jump up and down, but there were some fathers and daughters that were doing some kind of odd synchronized two-stepping with an optional hop and skip.
We had a great time, and of course the two of us knocked over a Christmas tree while we were dancing... on to the floor and then broke the base of the tree in the midst of trying to stand it up. But then again, why is there a tree in the church hall, shouldn't that have been a nativity scene anyway?
We got some great pictures and she had a ball. Maybe her next date will be a better dancer...
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