Sooooooo, I may have gone a little overboard with the whole “Duncan’s going to prom” thing.
Believe it or not (and you better believe it), I bought a SHIT TON of navy blue gifts for his date.
Because all I know about her is her name, that she is an equestrian, and that her dress is navy blue.
I told my son he’s giving her a “PROM PRESENT” and he just rolled his eyes at me and said, “Why Mom?”
Because I didn’t get the pleasure of watching you go to prom when YOU were in high school.
Because you’re going to be attending prom at my alma mater.
Because it seems like a nice thing to do.
Truthfully, if his date knows him well enough then she will know that his mother arranged for the gift, and that it wasn’t his idea.
My son is ultimately not the world’s most thoughtful person at this time.
But he’s growing into quite a lovely young man and I’m working on his thoughtfulness.
Meanwhile for your viewing pleasure, all the CRAP I bought for the PROM PRESENT:
All that’s left is for me to find more candy in navy blue packaging!
Now. . . let’s hope that my son actually GIVES his date the present.
That’s the only part of this equation I have no control over.