8th Grade formal on the last day of school. Next year Thing 1 is officially a high schooler. She's at orientation for her first payroll job (McDonald's) today. *sigh*
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door
Turn around (turn around)
Turn around (turn around)
Turn around and you're a young girl
goin' out of the door
Where are you going my little one, little one
Dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone
Turn around and you're tiny, turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door
4 comments:
aahhh, pulls at the ol heartstrings doen't it gette?
Oh, stop it!
It's funny... I remember my Mom getting all teary my first formal. I don't think I'm going to have the decency to not full out bawl when Boom goes to hers. I remember thinking she was making a big deal out of nothing, now I know better. They grow to fast.
They grow up so fast don't they?
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