Sometimes as a parent, all I have to do is ask one, simple question and the information starts pouring out.
"Michelle, how was cotillion today?"
"OMG! I was dancing with this guy and we were shagging, you know, to beach music."
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"He went to turn me and his coat button got stuck in my hair! It wouldn't come out. It was so embarrassing.
Then, this other boy I danced with kept counting out loud. 1, 2, 3 - 1, 2, 3. Like he was saying it where I could hear him. I mean seriously? It was so annoying.
And one boy I danced with was tiny. He only came up to my chest. He was soo cute."
"Yeah. Maybe don't tell him that. Guys usually prefer to be big and handsome. Not small and cute like Moosey."
"Yeah. Oh, but Kimmey danced with a boy and he hung on to her underwear."
"It was sooo funny! He grabbed her waist and held on so tight that he had her dress and her underwear in his hands! But don't tell her mom."
"They taught us to sit like girls today."
"Mmm. How's that?"
"You cross your legs but at the bottom, not at the top."
"I guess you cross your legs so you don't show anybody your underwear."
"Makes sense. Might make that boy want to grab 'em huh? What'd he look like?"
"I don't know, but I didn't dance with him."
"How do you know?"
"Because no one held me by my underwear."