Yesterday I had mentioned that my husband and son were out of town. They were in Baltimore for a family Bat Mitzvah. (Unfortunately my daughter and I could not go because of her dance schedule.) If you don't know what a Bat Mitzvah is, it's a Jewish "coming of age" celebration for thirteen year old kids. Basically, it's like a wedding. Huge!
Anyway, at the reception party, my son was the center of attention. The little man danced from 7:00 PM to 11:00 PM non -stop. My husband gave me the full report:
"Everybody stood around watching him," he said. "Even the dance instructor was impressed with his rhythm and moves. He won every prize in the house!"
I could just imagine it - my boy in a suit break-dancing on the floor!
My husband continued. "All the chicks were digging him. There was one blond girl about his age who told him he was cute."
"Great," I said. "And what did Bubba do after she said that?"
"He spurned her and chased after the hot older dance instructor."
Oh boy. Definitely a sign of things to come. I see big trouble ahead!