Prom Night

Two of my children were on the town last night, at dinner and then at prom, their first. A rite of passage for them and for their parents.

I spent the early part of the evening initiating Sam in the mysteries of the tuxedo, though of course I was completely excluded from my daughter's preparations. Then came the awkward attachment of floral vegetation in the presence of multiple parents, then the photographs, then the stern warnings to young men and women about the evils of strong drink.

After that, they're on their own, and you hope they have fun, and use their heads, and get home ok.

And they did, and they did, and they did.