{"id":2569,"date":"2015-04-05T17:08:24","date_gmt":"2015-04-05T21:08:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/?p=2569"},"modified":"2015-04-05T17:08:24","modified_gmt":"2015-04-05T21:08:24","slug":"here-comes-the-flower-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2015\/04\/here-comes-the-flower-girl.html","title":{"rendered":"Here Comes the Flower Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"

The torch has been passed. I have entered a new phase of my life. Apparently, I can now go to a family event and not be the drunkest one in the room<\/a>. In fact, not only was I not the drunkest in the room, I was downright sober, watching the millennials have fun at the open bar at my first cousin’s wedding. At the morning-after brunch, my son went around telling folks that for $2 to $20, he’d tell them what they did the night before (the amount correlated to how drunk the person had been). My cousin, the groom, offered him $5 to not<\/em> tell him what he did. I will say that the boy collected a decent amount of money before I realized what he was doing and I made him return it. Somehow, extortion at a family wedding didn’t feel right. In my family, extortion is reserved for the holidays.<\/p>\n

The wedding weekend was not just lovely, but a bit surprising. At the cocktail hour before the rehearsal dinner, my notoriously “I hate all people” son asked if he could go sit by himself on the couches in a more secluded part of the balcony. I told him he could–I was proud he could recognize when he’d had enough and needed some alone time–so off he went, Shirley Temple in hand. But then, when we sat at the table, older couple came up to me and said, “Is that your son? He is absolutely wonderful! We had the most delightful conversation with him. Such a wonderful boy,” and the boy looked at me with a big grin, nodding his head. When they left, I asked, “Who were they talking about?”<\/p>\n

“Me,” the boy said.<\/p>\n

“How is that possible?”<\/p>\n

He shrugged. “I sat on the couch. They came out and sat down next to me and started talking. I had to talk back.”<\/p>\n

Progress, people! Progress!<\/p>\n

And then what turned out even more surprising is that 1) my boy has some serious dance floor moves, 2) those millennial women can’t get enough of him, and 3) he totally didn’t mind one bit.<\/p>\n