Friday the Junior class of the missionary-kid high school had a Valentine’s dinner (as a fund raiser.) The invitation said families were welcome so we decided to take the whole gang. I guess when you don’t have a dish washer and the restaurant selection in town isn’t that great, an event like this sounds pretty good. Beforehand my excitement level was only medium at best, but then Elizabeth decided we should tell the girls that we would all be going to a Princess Ball. Game-changer. Despite the fact that dinner was in a school-cafeteria-esque room with sheets hanging from the ceiling to create “romantic” nooks, the girls were dazzled by the flowers on the table and candlelight. Even Everett seemed to have a good time, which is good because if he had been screaming, it would have been obvious that ours were the only kids there.
Afterward, they were all tuckered out: