Something about Jimmy in a collared shirt makes him look so old!
Rest assured. According to Becky, Jimmy’s pulse (located in his head, ear, and nose) is in good shape.
The girls put on lovely dresses this evening (given to us by Jim’s Aunt Mary – thank you!), and waltzed around the house pretending to be princesses. Eventually, Becky twirled over to me and announced:
“I want to go to a bowl.”
“A what?” I responded, thinking she’d lost her mind.
“I want to go to a bowl,” she repeated emphatically.
“A bowl?” And then it hit me. “Oh, you mean a BALL! You want to go to a ball!”
So I ushered the girls into the family room, turned on some music (Wee Sing Fun & Folk would have to do), and told them to get a dance partner. Susie picked a puppy:
And Becky chose a monkey:
I even tried to teach them how to curtsy like princesses, but their attempts looked more like yoga positions:
So even though we may have been lacking the formality of a royal ball, I’d say the evening ended happily ever after!