What happened to my baby boy? Today I dropped him and his shadow (Gavin) off at the Mt. Bachelor Shuttle bus to head to the mountain for the day. With no adult supervision. If you've ever taken a kid skiing, you'll appreciate what an enormous breakthrough this is. They got there, went skiing, ate, found the bathrooms, didn't lose any gloves, didn't get lost in a tree-well, caught the bus back and walked home. All by themselves. At least that's what they said.
Then, this evening, they wanted to meet their friends at Open Skate at the indoor rollerskating rink. I don't know what I was expecting, but not what I found. It was basically a middle-school rave on skates. I had flashbacks to Studio 54 and Area in NYC in the 80's. Though hopefully without the substances that made those places so, um, 80's. Without a backward glance, the boys swam into the scene and were swallowed up, presumably by precocious young teen babes.
But he's only eleven! (for two more weeks) He still sleeps with a blankie! Oh, whoops - don't tell him I told you that part.
Fri. night Open Skate: photo is not from tonight, though it could be.
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