When I was in my senior year in college, our school hosted a Father/Daughter Dance...it is one of the best memories I have! A few weeks ago, I saw a blurb somewhere (school newsletter? paper? flyer ? I can't remember) that there was going to be a Father/Daughter Ball in our community...because I had such fond memories of my own night dancing with my dad, I immediately (and very excitedly) mentioned it to Belle, who, in all of her tweenagerness was all, "sure". Then I promptly called my husband to inform him of the event and he was all, "YOU DIDN'T MENTION ANYTHING TO BELLE, DID YOU?!" And I was all, "Um...yeah? Why?" And he was all, "I wanted it to be a surprise !" And I was all, trying to bluff Belle, "Um...okay, oh, bummer, you can't go?" And he was all, "What?" And I was all, "Oh, that's too bad, she really wanted to go." And he was all, "Huh?" And I was all, "Gosh, well, ...