The next 24 hours will be dedicated to the 8th grade dance. We are deeply embroiled in discussions on wardrobe, hair, makeup and nails. Age appropriateness discussions are annoying Sarah and frustrating me. Limousines, formals, dates and restaurants have become an issue. Your two cents?
Limos?!?!?! For an 8th grade dance? Even a restaurant seems excessive. Maybe I’m remembering too much of my 8th grade dance *shudder*. Course, disco was huge then…
I’m with Barry (for a change LOL). Limousines, formals, dates and restaurants… for an 8th grade dance? What the heck with Senior Prom be like?
Age appropriateness (particularly, obviously in clothing) is not a negotiation process. It is what you say is OK (Based on past experience, I will leave Doug out of this part of the decision making process), or else “don’t go.”
I am sure these words will come back to bite me, when my daughter is older, but I don’t understand why kids (in general, I am not talking about you and Doug here) seem to have “control” of so many parents who then whine about what their kid wears.
If I say it is OK, great. If not… too damn bad. “My house, my rules” kind of thing.
Eight grade.
That is all.
Uh, thats not all.
That should have said ‘eighth’.
(hanging head)
Isn’t it crazy how things are these days?! A nice dress (NOT formal), a ride from mom or dad (not a limo!) is enough. Ok, I would probably let her gets her nails done, but that is fairly inexpensive for a special occasion.
It just amazes me the lengths some parents will go to spoil their children.
And I guess you can call me Judgey McJudgeypants, now. 🙂
We didn’t have a limo until senior prom. And we shared it with other couples (I’m married to the girl I took to prom, so I was a little bit serious about showing her a good time)
hair or nails? I’d consider.
Eighth grade? Wow.
Limos?? in eighth grade? That’s crazy talk!
When I was in 8th grade that was smack dab in the middle of junior high. Our dances were during school hours and we bought tickets to go for $3. We wore dresses off the rack at Kmart and didn’t even dream of dinner or limos until our senior year.