This evening, my 18 year old son, my hubby and I are going to Junior Senior Banquet, the genteel home-school version of prom. Fancy clothes, fancy dinner, pictures, talent show, folk dancing. My son and I have been looking forward to it for weeks. My hubby, not so much.
This afternoon my hubby and I were discussing what he should wear. He jokingly tossed out the idea of a t-shirt and jeans with a suit coat. I laughed and said no way.
“Who am I trying to impress, anyway?” he said, eyes twinkling teasingly.
“Your wife!” I said with a grin, a poke in the ribs, and a kiss.
From across the room came the wry voice of our 12 year old son. “Well, that never works.”