Dating

It seems both Kurt and I have recently seen/heard/read a lot of speakers/radio programs/articles about dating your children, with the purpose of teaching them young how they should expect to be treated and how they should treat their other half in the real world someday.  While we hope they won't be dating for another, well, 24 years or so, Kurt decided a daddy-daughter dance he was taking Myka to would be a perfect time to start.

Myka was quite upset when she learned Kurt wouldn't be able to take her to the school dance due to another commitment.  But we knew our friends Michael and Michaela would be going to their annual church dance and made plans to tag along with them for the evening.  Kurt gave Myka a call on the phone earlier in the week and asked her to go with him (she was a tad confused) and told her when he would pick her up.  That night, he got home about 10 minutes before he needed to be leaving, ran upstairs, showered, changed, slipped out through the garage and came around to the front and rang the door bell.  I don't even think she knew he had come home.

Tetley was confused as well.

But it was so sweet.

 I gave the nice boy a curfew and sent them on their way.  They had a fabulous night of Myka getting her hair done, dinner at a pizza place (picked by the girls) and tons of dancing. 

 A giant balloon and a meltdown concluded the evening. 
I figure it won't be the last date that ends in tears.  We're just training for the real world...