My dearest D’Avonte was prepping for homecoming, and decided, wisely, to bring her dress in BEFORE the dance, so I could let her know if it was going to get dress-coded.
Me: “Okay, let me see this dress.”
D’Avonte: (Holds it up in front of herself.) “Soooo….isn’t it pretty?”
Me: “I’ve blown my nose on larger pieces of fabric than that.”
D’Avonte: “But it’s pretty!”
Me: “I agree, I just wish there were more of it, because they’re never going to let you wear that to homecoming. That would be a halter top on ME, and I’m not 6′ 3″ with half a mile of leg. Where did you get this beautiful scrap of fabric?”
D’Avonte: “My friend, Monique gave it to me. She’s a little tramp, too.”
Me: “I can’t wait to see her around the country club.”