First of all, let me tell you about the pumpkin tooth fairy visit last night. If you recall, the pumpkin we carved in my son's second grade class, lost his tooth. We brought the tooth home to see if the pumpkin tooth fairy would come. She did. Do you know what she left? Jack-o-lantern bubbles for Bubba, and a bunch of teddy grahams for the class. Apparently she knew about the school rules for not bringing in candy that was manufactured in a place with nuts. What a good fairy!
Okay. Now for the story. As you may or may not know, my daughter is a big dancer. She dances on competition dance teams. It is now the season for intensive rehearsals. Today was a little ridiculous. She started at 9:00 in the morning, and danced until 3:00 in the afternoon. She had only one half-hour break for lunch.
She came home utterly exhausted. "Mom, my feet hurt!"
"Yeah, I bet they do!" I said. "Now you need to get ready for the father-daughter dance tonight."
She scowled at me. "More dancing?"
"Yeah, girlfriend. Tonight is your big date with daddy!"
She sighed and put on her cute clown Halloween costume. Then she joined her mad scientist daddy. The two marched off to the Halloween ball for three more hours of dancing.
Do you think she'll survive?