Sock hoppin'

Ella's Girl Scout troop had a sock hop dance, to which the girls invited their dads.

So she got all gussied up in a poodle skirt, and I wore my usual jeans and a t-shirt attire, and we danced the night away.





So the ol' Bronco was actually born 20 years after the era of sock hops, but it served just fine as a "vintage" ride to the dance. Plus Ella is finally not so scared of loud noises and loves riding in it. Luke insisted on a quick ride around the block as well.

I didn't actually take a camera to the dance, but Ella had a blast doing a hula hoop, drinking a root beer float, and of course having her dad throw her around the dance floor.

And I only dropped her on her head one time!