Tonight is the high school homecoming dance and my son has taken an interest, in his second year. He's got a date, even, from a cross-town school, just like dear old dad way back when.
So I'm a nervous parent, after all, I was once his age. But I'm really not concerned. Zach may not always live up to his dad's impossible expectations, but he never let's me down. Besides, he's got a game tomorrow.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Homecoming
Posted by Lonnie at 11:36 PM
Labels: childhood, family weirdness, I can't believe we have no Favre tag, life, parenting, random thoughts, slightly self-indulgent navel grazing, teenagers | Add to Del.icio.us
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