
This is me with my grandparents at the prom. When I look at this photo, I like to imagine they were my dates that night. It makes perfect sense if you think about it. I was born on their wedding anniversary, for one. And two, if they had been my dates, I could be telling the story about the time I went to the prom with my grandparents. Like, how I’d asked two boys to go with me over the course of one week and they both said no. And how after my grandma heard about the two rejections, she said, “Well those boys are just stupid. They don’t know what they’re missing. Kippy and I will go to your prom with you! How about that?” How about that? I didn’t know what to say. On one hand, how do you refuse an offer like that? But, on the other hand, that would be super weird, right? But, as my grandpa always said, “If you care so much about what other people think, you probably don’t care enough about what you think.” So I did it, I said, “Yes, I’d love to go to the prom with you and grandpa.”