Crossing Over

Last night The Boy went to his first Junior High dance.  He danced.  With a girl.  During a slow song.  And he lived to tell the tale.

In all actuality I think he kind of likes this girl--who is delightful, in a junior high way--but just hasn't had the reason to "make a move".  Last night was the 8th grade completion celebration, which included a dance.  And a reason to attempt that move.

When I picked him up afterwards, I asked how it went.  He said it was great and that his buddies (almost all of them) went with the intentions of having a good time.  And they did.

That said, I am sure that these buddies were intending 8th grade boy kind of good time, so I can't really report what that exactly was.  But the fact that The Boy did dance, and with a girl, is a pretty big step forward.  He could have just as easily made underarm farting sounds standing along the wall with the other scaredy-cat boys.

Welcome to Teenage-hood, I suppose.  Let the games begin.