My roommate in the hospital where I delivered Scarlett was a new mother to a little boy. Her husband, upon discovering Scarlett’s sex, said, “You know, if I had a girl, I’d be so worried. I hope she’d be that unfortunate-looking girl who was at home on prom night, and I’d say, ‘It’s okay, honey. Want another bowl of ice cream?'”
Well, while cleaning out the basement of my parents’ house this summer, my senior prom dress was uncovered and brought up to see the light of day once more. Scarlett took one look and it and insisted on wearing it. Needless to say, it was absolutely adorable and indicative of how much she loves formal wear. I somehow doubt she’ll be sitting at home with Brian on prom night putting away some half gallons.