Daddy Daughter Dance - Feb 15th, 2014 - "Great, Now I'm going to get Boobies!"

Near the end of last year I saw in this flyer about a daddy-daughter dance and I SO wanted Makenna to go - probably more than she wanted to go.

I had all these grand ideas about her getting all dressed up in a nice pretty fancy dress, getting her hair and nails done and having a fantastic time with her dad.  Something that's so very important to me.  My dad was "around" but not.  I'm not dogging on him, but I didn't grow up with a dad in the home (sort-of; a whole other story) - so I want her to have bonding moments and times with her dad and this was the perfect thing (in my mind,) to work towards that goal.

Well, we did get the beautiful dress, the nails done and hair done.  The problem was that it wore her out, I believe, to do this all day and then go to a dance.  She did go, and they had fun during the dance practice where they showed dads and their girls how to do certain types of dances and they enjoyed dinner but then when the real dance part came due - she was not into it and they came home early.  I think next year, if she goes, that maybe we'll just do something a bit more simple in the way of hair and nails - but it was nice to at least do it once as you can see from the pictures below (scroll to the end for an awesome story that happened though)

Makenna has never had her hair washed at a salon/hair place before so she was extremely uncomfortable with it and ended up with a soaking wet back as she kept picking up her head from the sink as it was being washed.

LOVED the curls!

This picture as it looks like she's a pro at getting her hair done

This picture screams "DIVA" to me

 

So while we were at the salon getting all this done, the lady doing her nails offered her a glass of lemonade (and me, but I said no thanks.)  So as time went on I got a bit thirsty and decided to take a sip of Makenna's lemonade, without asking.  As I put it down she resolutely stated, "Great!  Now I'm going to get Boobies!"  I was shocked and amused as the same time and said, "What!?"  She again stated, "I'm going to get boobies!"  When I asked her why she was saying such a thing out of the blue she said, "Because you drank my lemonade and now I'm going to get boobies!"  I was laughing and said, "I think you mean Cooties! Not Boobies!"  She said "Oh, yeah - Cooties."  I then proceeded to say, "Well, you are going to get boobies, but not because I drank your lemonade."  She then, in a fearful voice said, "Why?  What are boobies?"  I started laughing again and said that's a conversation for another day.