My potter is less than a month from being 16, which means he'll be dating soon. (!)
A week ago we were startled by a loud pounding on the door at 9:30pm.
Strider flipped on the light and lit up a whole porch full of balloons! How cool!
It's a tradition in Utah to do cute ways of asking for dances and 'big' dates. It's a Mormon thing. There's a casual dance called "Sweathearts" (not to be confused with a formal Sweethearts dance) at the high school up here.
It happens to be a short 2 days after this guy is the big 16. Well isn't that convenient!
I was giddy. We brought them all in and he got to work popping them and separating out the glow sticks that had letters on them. Then unscrambled to reveal a name.
Teens rock. I'm so excited!
Oh, and so is he.