Tonight was the last night for ballroom dancing. We decided to extend the celebration from the middle school gym into our kitchen with a fondue party for six cute sixth graders. Perhaps the best part of the night for me was picking the girls up. In sequins and taffeta, they lept into my car and as soon as the doors were securely closed, the details of the night came bursting out. I sent Steve out with the little ones and Jonathan was away at a hockey game in Boston, so I spent the evening with the girls over strawberries, marshmallows and Mandarin oranges dipped in chocolate. I taught the girls the etiquette of fonduing (ie. don't eat off the fondue fork) and sat back as the girls dipped the night away. 
They then slipped into Emilie's room for girl talk which some how ended in story time -- not what I expected but then again, keep them young while you can, right?!
The girls concluded that despite some awkwardness, ballroom dancing has been a highlight of Middle School thus far.
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