04 June 2007

Who can I make cry today?

Besides me.

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:

Cliff Morrow said...

aahhh, pulls at the ol heartstrings doen't it gette?

Kyle Jones said...

Oh, stop it!

MamaMichelsBabies said...

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.

blackpurl said...

They grow up so fast don't they?