The Boy is in 8th grade and has never been interested in any of the school dances – go figure. This past week, however, his school band had a Friday night “Bandathon” fundraiser, which was followed by dinner (pizza) and a dance. Several weeks ago, I asked The Boy if he might be interested in staying for the dance…
“I’ll think about it,” he said.
In Boy-speak, this usually means no, kind of like when your mom said, “We’ll see,” back in the day.
When I brought it up again, I offered to chaperone if he wanted me to, and at that point he said, “I think I’d like to do that.”
I had no idea what type of dance this would be, so I thought I had better cover my bases, and ended up showing him how to slow dance with a girl in middle school, just in case the opportunity arose and he might want to ask one of his friends-who-are-girls to dance.
After the performance, and the pizza was inhaled, the band director spent the first hour of the “dance” reading off ticket numbers for prizes that had been donated for a raffle. He then turned on his computer, and played three or four songs over the speakers (a la “Cupid Shuffle”), started a game of dodgeball (??), and returned to calling off ticket numbers. That was the “dance”.
The important part was that The Boy had fun. When the kids danced, he made some herky-jerky movements near them. When they played dodgeball, he went out on the “court” and wandered around, throwing a ball when it was handed to him. He got to show some of his hand-drawn pictures to his friends-who-are-girls, and play his DS a bit. He was a happy camper, and that’s all that matters.