Sunday, September 16, 2012
Carpooling to Cotillion
“Mom, did I tell you that the tea you made is very good?”
That was better than expected. In the South, praising one’s sweet tea is the ultimate compliment.
“Now can you sign my book,” she said.
Giveth and taketh away, I thought, as I signed my name in the “Paying compliments” column.
She was still gathering signatures as I drove her and her friends to Cotillion.
“Be sure to watch me proper rise when I get out the car,” she said, “so you can sign off on it.”
I smiled to myself. We drive an Expedition. I couldn’t wait to see her proper rise out of that.
“I forgot my gloves,” said one of the girls hurrying back into the house to get them.
“Good thing you found them,” my daughter said. “I took mine off last time because they were bothering me, and I had to hold a boy’s hand, and it was sweaty.”
“You mean you touched a boy’s hand without a glove?!” asked her friend.
“Yes, ewww, it was gross,” she said.
At this point, I broke the chauffeur’s code and acknowledged I was listening to their conversation.
“Well, I hope you didn’t say anything,” I said, feeling sorry for the poor nervous fellow.
“No, but I made a facial expression to let him know!”
“I hope we don’t have to close dance,” said another friend.
Again, I, being a mom, could not resist.
“Why, because of the sweat?”
“Mom, you know why - Awkward!”
After a few giggles, the girls debated what kind of punch is served and whether or not they would try any tonight. Soon, we reached our destination.
“Have fun, wear your gloves, and don’t forget to proper rise on the way out,” I said, amidst their laughter.