On Saturday we attended the Daddy-Daughter Dance at the church. Charlotte was the youngest daughter there. I was the oldest. My dad took both my sister Dana and me (the next oldest daughter at the party was 12!), and he even bought corsages for us. We had a blast dancing like dorks.
Charlotte had a fun time too, mostly at the food table. She would break away from the brownies only when she saw Shawn and me dancing; she didn't mind that I was stealing her date, but she was annoyed that Shawn was getting one-on-one mommy time.
The highlight of the evening was when Shawn and Char were named Prom King and Queen. They got crowns, but I'm still waiting to hear the speeches.