I love the annual Daddy-Daughter Dance for several reasons. Of course, I enjoy seeing the posts from all of my Facebook friends.
Another reason I love the Daddy-Daughter Dance is that it gave me a chance to get my butt kicked in Monopoly by my 8-year-old son. I used to be able to hold my own, but those days have apparently passed. Baylor usually beats me at Connect 4, too. Come to think of it, he wins at just about any game I pull out of the toy closet. I think it’s time to move on to Trivial Pursuit: Totally 80s Edition. That should give me a leg up.
This year, Baylor and I had originally planned to go out for a night of laser tag while Dan and Ryan were off doing the hokey-pokey, but the family entertainment center that houses the laser tag course was bedlam, complete with screeching children and blinking lights. Upon entering the madhouse, Baylor and I looked at each other in mild panic, then quickly retreated. We grabbed some dinner at the drive-through (KFC for the big man and Qdoba for me), and we hightailed it home for a board-game date. Ahhh, much better.
Speaking of the YMCA, they also put together an overnight camping event for moms and sons a few years ago. As in “put-up-your-own-tent, build-your-own-fire, don’t-forget-the-bug-spray” camping. Baylor was too young to go at the time, but he is really hoping they hold the campout again this year. I am, too. Really. I swear.