Rebecca's first dance

Last week was Rebecca's first dance. She didn't go with a date. In fact, most of the kids didn't go with dates. They're in 8th grade, and it's more acceptable (according to her) to go with a group. Her father and I were happy she didn't go with a boy--we can wait a little while longer for those days. She went with a couple of friends and met up with more friends at the dance. According to reports from Rebecca, the kids danced, behaved themselves, and had a good time. I was expecting drama, but there was none. They went, they danced, drank sodas, got sore feet from wearing high heels, and came home beat. This fall, she'll start high school. High school! Holy cow! How did that happen? Seems like she was just sleeping in her crib!