Tonight's the Daddy/Daughter dance for Girl Scouts in our town. Baby Girl G. is in Girl Scouts, so for the third time I'll be putting on a suit and escorting the most beautiful girl in the entire world to a dance. What it really means is that for a couple hours tonight I'll be standing off to the side, talking to other dads, while my daughter dances, jumps around, and generally has a good time with her friends.
I'm okay with that.
To a lesser degree, I'll also be responsible for keeping her from eating *too* many cookies and sweets (there are always a TON of goodies at the DDD) as well as keeping an eye on the horseplay. I might - if I'm lucky - get invited to dance with my daughter once or twice - the DJ is careful to play a couple of "slow dance" songs so that the dads can have a dance with their little girls that doesn't involving jumping, bending, or otherwise contorting themselves into pretzels for the amusement of the younger crowd.
I'll also get to have my picture taken in a suit, normally two of my least favorite things - for tonight, though, I'll make an exception...
That is all.