It was a learning experience. The cufflinks were a puzzle as was the red hanky. (That is not it's name but it's 2:45 in the morning and I don't care what it's really called.) We had no idea how long it would take to get him ready for the prom. I mean it was exponentially shorter than preparing a girl - but it still took longer than I expected. He stood in the living room remarking that he had never had more clothes on ever in his entire life.
He sure looked good, though.
It's somewhat awkward as the boy mom because we travel to the girl's house, following our handsome son, so we can take pictures with the group. You want to get a shot here and a pose there but the boy's disdain for your hovering inference is a new twist. :)
Since I work the prom, I took discreet turns across the dance floor to catch a glimpse of the boy in hopes of finding him smiling and dancing.
I saw them as they strolled into the prom, still fresh faced and I gave him the high sign for a picture in front of one of the ice sculptures. He shot me down, but quick. Taking the opportunity to walk over, he offered, "You have 500 pictures already. Do it later."
"Yes sir'
Truth - I have six pictures. Just six. He says he will send me more in the morning.
#bestrongandcourageous