Ya Wanna Know Cute?

Peach and T-Bone went to a real live Father Daughter dance last night. And she came home just as sweaty and sugared up as I expected. She was a little disappointed that they didn't win any of the fabulous (really) door prizes, but the artificial corsage he presented her with, which, of course, I will keep forever, lessened the sting. Plus, she was too busy eating giant cupcakes and doing the ChaCha Slide and YMCA to care. A lucky few daughters and (insert special men in their lives) were chosen to participate in a "Do You Know Your Daughter?" Newlywed-type game show, and Peach and T-Bone played along from their table. In answer to "Her Favorite Restaurant," T-Bone incorrectly guessed "Romeo's," as Peach claimed, "It's La Madeline, Daddy. I LOVE the spinach quiche." And while he nailed the "What Does She Want To Be When She Grows Up" question, (answer (today): doctor), the dad of the 5 year old on stage missed with "President of the United States," as his little angel answered "Mermaid."

The getting-ready for the big date was pretty exciting in itself. Peach instructed T-Bone to wear his black suit with the pink (natch) shirt and tie she picked out for him for Christmas two years ago. And, of all things, she insisted on wearing this:

Don't make 'em like this anymore, do they? Yes. It was mine. My mom LOVED this dress so much, she kept it lo these many years. And Peach thinks it's SO fancy. She wore it to The Nutcracker last year, and I thought that was probably the end of it, save for any dress-up fun of the Little House on the Prarie variety. But no. The minute she found out about the dance, she declared that this was THE dress, so off she went, her apron strings (yes) tied neatly in a bow. And as I was taking the requisite pictures before they left, Olive, standing next to me with those giant, dark eyes wide, breathlessly said, "You look beautiful, Sissy."

Didn't I tell you? Cute.