Tweens

We had a wild evening on Friday. The junior high sponsored a dance at the local YMCA, and since Caleb isn't 14 yet, he is not allowed to go. This is actually the second dance that he has missed. When he came home and talked to me about the dances and whether or not he could go (I of course told him he couldn't go until he was 14), he asked how he should tell his friends. I told him that he could tell them I wouldn't let him go. It didn't end up being an issue since his friends asked if he was going while I was standing there. I jumped right in and told them it was a family rule and he couldn't go to dances until he was 14. I also took this opportunity to tell them, a bunch of girls, that he couldn't date until he was 16. They looked at me like I was crazy. I shrugged my shoulders and turned around.

Back to this last Friday. Caleb and I decided that since he couldn't go to the dances that we would do something here. He and his friend planned a party. They made invitation and decided who they would invite. They had a lot of fun.

The started outside. Then they came inside. Downstairs then upstairs. Inside, outside, upside down. They ate, played games, tried to watch a movie, "socialized," decorated pumpkins, ran inside and outside, played chess, listened to music, etc.

It was a great evening.