Anyone who thinks that boys don’t care as much as girls about going to real social dances, where they can actually dance with people who are not their own sistren, is just silly. In our circles, teens don’t start going to social dances until 14, and since The Boy’s friend turned 14 back in early winter, The Boy has been hatching plots with said Friend regarding how to go about this new experience.
The Eldest put her oar in, much as my mom recalls me putting my oar in when my brother approached a similar milestone. In The Boy’s case, being pretty business-savvy, he played upon her sense of horror at the thought of him actually using “compliments” such as “The red in your dress really brings out your zits!”, and he ended up making $5 by “allowing” Eldest to give him a few tutoring sessions in Appropriate Approaches And Other Niceties That Won’t Get You Killed By Your Sister and All Her Friends.
Of course, we had another challenge: The Spiffy Outfit.
My Boy is a Spiffy Dresser whenever he can make an excuse to do so. 99% of the time, Spiffy = Kilted, and he does look dashing in his kilts! But, the local social dances have a “thing” about kilts (I know, it’s silly, but–there it is.) Being quite a lovely fellow, he simply decided to approach the style issue as he does all costuming issues: what Spiffy items might he wear that would both fit the requested dress code, and express his own Sense of Splendiferousness?
My Boy is also Exceedingly Frugal, and Fully Man-Sized. So he trotted off to our favorite local resale shop, and found spiffy clothing for not a lot of cash. And Spiffiness was Accomplished.
The Eldest celebrated her brother’s Spiffy Accomplishment by using her new posing skills (acquired after a documentary and training session with friends who recently moved back to the States from China.) (To the I-Girls, we could not enjoy this Personal Photographic Attitude Success without you all!)
A pack of kids went to the dance. A pack of kids came safely home. Girls of the Non-Sistren-Type were danced with. Nerd jokes were shared with other Bow-Tie-Clad awesome kids.
Anyone who doesn’t get to associate with teenagers in their homes is really missing out. These are really neat people, and I’m glad I get to know them!