Emma had been anticipating it for weeks. She and Marla went out and bought a special dress just for the occassion.
“This is my Daddy-Daughter Dance dress!” she squealed with excitement.
The day finally came and the two of us posed for Mommy in our finest clothes. We spent the next few hours dancing the night away with a dozen other little girls and their fathers.
As I watched them dance and play it struck me that one of the only real difference between boys and girls, at this age anyway, is that the girls, draped in pink, were running around screaming a high-pitched “Wheeee!” while the boys would be clad in blue and running around screaming a guttural, “Oooohh!”
Life is grand!