Night at the Disco

One really neat thing about parenting is getting to watch your children experience things for the first time. I know that there will be lots of firsts yet to come in Sam & Abby's lives but they don't come nearly as often these days as they did when they were younger, so when they happen now it's a real treat. On Friday night Samantha & I got the chance to witness our children at their first school "disco", that's what they call a school dance here. Every child in the school and their families were invited to the Pukerau Community Hall from 6-8 p.m. for the disco. There was a lot of talk at school in the weeks leading up to the disco. Some boys asked a girl to go with them, others didn't. Sammy didn't ask anyone and Abby didn't get asked.

Sam was excited about going. When he got home from school on Friday, which had been a pajama day, he dressed as his principal using Samantha's nightgown, his first worry was deciding which outfit to wear. He got that laid out and then waited to change until after dinner. A pretty good idea considering he still eats half of his meal with his hands and uses his pants as a napkin! After dinner he changed, put gel in his hair and perfumed himself with some of my Hugo Boss. He was ready for the ladies.

Abby was not so excited about going, in fact she was threatening to run away if we made her go. She had a change of heart at some point on Friday though and although not as excited as Sammy, she eagerly got herself ready. Shortly after 6 we loaded up and headed down. 3 minutes later we were there.

The kids rushed off inside to find their friends, Samantha went into the kitchen with the moms and I stayed outside with the dads who were cooking the chips. One thing that is a little weird for us is that the parents bring beer to school functions like this. There was a BBQ earlier in the year at the school and they had it there too. The night went really well. The kids had a lot of fun - Abby did a lot of dancing, Sam did a lot of moving, not sure it's really called dancing. It would seem that yet another of my shortcomings has been passed onto my son. I think maybe Sam and I can blame Grandpa Richards for our lack of rhythm. Samantha and I didn't do any dancing, just lots of watching and visiting with some of the other parents. It was a great way to start our weekend.

Note: The lighting wasn't great in the hall so the pics are not the best.