On Saturday, I took Lucy as my date to the Prom. (Erin went stag, but I let her hang out with us cool kids.) Our friend Marti hosts a charity "prom" event every year. We all put on our best duds, ca. when we actually would have attended prom for real. My tux pants went nicely with Erin's side ponytail.
Lucy was in the running for Prom Queen but lost to the skeezy head cheerleader. Of course, since she was asleep during the coronation she didn't have much of a chance to impress the judges. There'll always be your real prom, Lucy. You'll take your Daddy then, too, won't you??
