Dance Dance

On Friday night, Ryan attended his first junior high dance. Does this seem a little soon? I thought it would be years until he was subjected to the "girls on this side, guys on that side" cheesy DJ dance party. But the promise of doing grocery shopping without a "big helper" chucking glass applesauce jars in the cart prompted me to agree that he could go along with Adam to stop in at the junior high event. After 6 years in the role, Adam finally is not officially in charge of these types of events, but wanted to go check it out, nonetheless.

A few hours later, a very tired boy who smelled like popcorn came and told me about his night. Ryan talked a little too. :) Apparently only part of the event was an actual dance and there were several other fun activities. Ryan's favorite part was watching part of some dinosaur movie, but also named FOUR girls he danced with.  Part of me wondered if they sent their friend over first to see if he "like-liked" them first or if he wanted to "just friends" dance. 

I'm guessing Ryan's enthusiasm for dances may have an inverse relationship with his actually being eligible to attend them. But until then, son, get down with yo bad self.