And So It Begins. . .

I woke up today to Abbie, sitting on my bed, asking me if she was allowed to dance with a boy if she got asked at the social during school today. I am so not ready for this!
My first inclination was, "No! No way! Never!" Is it okay for Mom to put her hands over her ears, scrunch up her eyes and sing, "Lalalalala" until the unpleasant image goes away? Rationally, I was fairly certain that the socials are not like the dances we had in Jr. High when I was growing up, so I didn't have to really, truly worry about slow dances. But, it still freaked me out a little bit.
You'll be happy to know I was a good girl and didn't forbid her from doing anything but being a wall flower. We discussed some "what if's," curled the hair, and I sent my baby girl out the door :( Ugg!
To be continued. . .