On Thursday, a family friend, who happens to be a 17-year-old boy, came over to the house to ask my permission to invite the 15-year-old girl to the prom. He later apologized to John for not asking him, but because John was out of town, he didn't know what else to do. John forgave him.
Days earlier, through a complicated web of questioning among various friend channels, it was discovered that the 15-year-old girl would not refuse our family friend's offer, so it didn't bother our friend that the 15-year-old girl was in the room while he asked my permission. As he was leaving, he turned to her and said, "You didn't hear this, okay?"
This clandestine statement made me realize that he had yet to ask her officially, and that he would probably make a big deal of it. She waited. I waited. And finally I got the call. He and his friend would come over while the 15-year-old girl was in the temple and decorate her room to pose the big question. I giddily agreed to let them come over and awaited their arrival.
The first thing the family friend did upon entering our abode was to hand me a note and begin to explain their plan. The letter was addressed to the 15-year-old girl, and said that since she already knew he was going to ask her to prom, that he wasn't going to make a big deal out of it like everyone else had. He ended it by officially posing the question, "Will you go to prom with me?"
After reading this letter, and kind of ignoring what he was saying, I was honestly let down, but begrudgingly said I would give it to her when she came home. I began to open the door to let them out, but realizing I hadn't understood their plan, they quickly repeated it. They were going to give her the letter as a way of catching her off guard, so that she wouldn't be expecting anything, but then she would go into her room and discover the treasure trove waiting for her there.
"OH!" I cried, finally understanding their cleverness. I smiled and laughed and led them to her room, which I had already checked for stray bras and panties, and let them do their thing. When they were finished, they insisted that I come see.
Here's what they did....
Following the trail of candy, I became more and more amazed and excited as each candy bar became bigger and better, until the culmination of the 30-pack Ferrero Rocher on her pillow! When they pointed that out, as it was not part of the trail to the puppy on the piano, I let out a little cry of delight, and asked how he knew she loved Ferrero Rochers. He responded that he had seen her get really mad that the twins had taken the Ferrero Rochers she had left on the island the previous week, so he figured she liked them. Good detective work, I say.
When she arrived home, I quickly handed her the letter before she had a chance to go to her room. I watched her read it, and she kind of chuckled, and I told her I thought it was kind of lame that he didn't do anything to ask her out, like the other boys at school. She agreed.
She then headed towards her room, and I followed closely behind with my camera, telling her that I needed to check and see if her sister had any clothes that needed to be washed. I circled the room many, many times, pretending to look for dirty clothes, until the 15-year-old girl finally saw the beginning of the trail of candy at the bottom of the stairs leading to her loft. She said things like "Oh!" and "Man" and "What the..." and "They're getting bigger" and "This is a really cute puppy!"...
....and when she saw the Ferrero Rochers "OH MAN!"
After tolerating my photography, she said that that was enough and that I could leave and that she had been wondering why I was looking so hard for dirty clothes.
Thanks, family friend, for making prom so fun and for setting a great example to my boys of how a young man should act. You're the best!
P.S. My sister and I are finally getting skinnier!
See how we're doing it HERE! :)
See how we're doing it HERE! :)