I'm old enough to have a 7th grader go to his first school dance. I don't think I can take the pain.
(ignore my post workout hair and face)
Someone stop me from sneaking to the school and spying.
The only thing that is keeping me home is our conversation before he left.
Jackson: (with a really excited voice) Can I go to the dance tonight?
Me: (trying not to look panicked) UMMMMMMMM....(freaking out) ummmmm
Me: Are you gonna dance?
Jackson: I don't know how.
Me: Are you gonna ask girls to dance?
Jackson: haha no
In My Head: Oh thank God!
Me: Are you gonna ask your friends that are girls to dance?
Jackson: (High pitch HA HA) Not gonna happen.
Me: Why do you wanna go?
Jackson: I think it'll be fun.
In My Head: There is no freakin way I'm old enough for this!!!
Me: Ok...you can go...I guess...
In My Head: :: screaming NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...etc::
Jackson: YES! with arm motions
Me: ::sitting here pulling out all my gray hairs because I'm not old enough for this::