The girls want to go to the 6th grade dance this Friday night. I clearly and firmly said "no way in hell!"
Seeing that my opinion is generally received with "isn't that nice. Mom, can we go?", they are going. Jill tried to calm me by saying there would be little dancing and the girls generally have no interest in boys.
But I know this is an entry drug. Sixth grade dances lead directly to teen pregnancy. Sure, there's a few steps in between, but a direct, verifiable link that has been proven in double-blind studies utilizing control groups and random assignment.
I'm way too young to be a grandfather. So, no to the dances. No to "going steady." No to talking on the phone to boys. No to texting. I'm considering home schooling. I bet home schoolers don't have dances. And if they do, well, those would be kinda awful.
I'm reminded of when Kaileigh was a wee child, probably around two or so. I picked her up at daycare one day and a little toddler boy came over and hugged her before she left. I smacked him upside his cute little head.
On the ride home, I told her very sternly, "Watch out for boys!"
She smiled and responded, "Watch boys."
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when we went to pick jack from his first dance last year, he was one of like 10 boys inside dancing (and I say dancing but it seemed more like alot of jumping.) all the rest of the boys were in the entry/hallway eating pizza.
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