Boy is attending a dance tonight. Lots of his homeschooler friends are in attendance, but it is not a homeschooling event. It is a dance at a church hosted by an historical society. The theme is decades, the 1950s through the 1990s. Period attire expected, so we broke out the denim for the boy, and a t-shirt I literally bought in the early 90s. His two anachronisms: his cellphone and his crocks (I looked it up, they were first sold in 2002, just missed the window).
45 minutes in he texted to let me know it's going great. I'm camped out in the parking lot with my cellphone and a book.
45 minutes in he texted to let me know it's going great. I'm camped out in the parking lot with my cellphone and a book.