Just for a smile, here’s my son dressed in a prom gown at a thrift store some years ago. My Sis and I were looking for clothes for me to wear on a cruise the family was going on (she always picks out the best outfits for me) and she pulled this dress out and said, “look, you could wear this and be a princess!” I told her that I hate purple only slightly less than I hate pink and besides, I don’t wear sparkly stuff.
My son, who up until that point had been bored silly, said, “I’ll try it on!”
“Only if we can take pictures,” replied my Mom.
“Sure!” and we were off, Grandma, Sis and I trailing behind my 6′ tall son, dress in hand, all through the store, drawing stares the whole way.
As soon as he disappeared into the dressing room, people started to gather around, phones and cameras in hand. I started to get nervous – it was a lot of people wanting a show and I wasn’t sure my normally shy son would go through with it.
“I can’t get it zipped…” from the dressing room.
“I’ll help, open the door,” said Grandma and she disappeared inside.
A minute later, out stepped my son –
He was a good sport, turning this way and that for the strangers gawking at him, all the while blushing furiously. It was fantastic – a day that will go down in my family’s history books for sure, the stuff of legends.