keep passing the open windows

I was asked to chaperone this Friday’s middle school dance, I said “Yes” and graciously offered up the services of my husband, too. Now comes my dilemma, how to tell the kids. Last year when I told them we were chaperoning they both cried. There were many proclamations of “You’re ruining my life.”

Of course, they lived, but their lives WERE ruined.

Not only were we there, living and breathing embodiments of their origins, but we danced. And got busted for kissing.

Now that I think about it, I’m amazed we were asked back.