The big dance

The girl's middle school is having a dance after school today. It will be her first. She didn't realize I had volunteered to chaperone it until I told her. She was thrilled.

As thrilled as if I had announced that wearing my underwear on the outside of my clothes would be a good look for me. She shrieked, "Mooooooommmmm, whyyyyyy? This is so embarrassing!"

I tried to put those fears aside by offering to "drop some heavy rhymes" or "bust my sweet moves on the dance floors", but ironically, they had the opposite effect. More shrieking. "What?! No! Just...just stand in the corner with other parents!" Glad I bit my tongue on suggesting we work on a dance together--because in my head, we'd kill.

On the positive side, she was pleased with the desserts I had made, including cupcakes:


I even molded pink chocolate into heart toppers:


And took the leftover melted pink chocolate and dipped and decorated pretzel rods:


Sigh. I guess I'll try my best to not embarrass her this afternoon at the dance. Though I do plan on taking pictures--I wonder if that's considered embarrassing? Guess I'll find out the hard way...