Fresh on the heels of the Daddy-Daughter dance at the school, Paige and I got to go to the daddy-daughter dinner at the church.
In advance of the event, each of the girls drew pictures of their dads and hung them on the wall. The men had to guess which portrait was theirs. It took me a minute, but I eventually spotted myself. (See handsome devil above.)
Paige also had to use her skills to identify me.
Each of the dads had to go out in the hall and take off his socks and shoes (which is always fun to do at a social event with strangers). We then came back in the room in groups of 3-4 and stood behind a big whiteboard. The girls had to look at the feet to determine which belonged to their dad. Paige had it easy. My group consisted of me, two African Americans, and a Tongan.
We also ate some dinner, did some hula-hooping and a little bit of dancing. Paige was happy because they gave us treats after each activity--and then dessert at the end (she also managed to sneak an extra cupcake and a handful of suckers before we left). I was happy because I had such a beautiful date.
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