Of all the things he's done in his life - two trips to Disney World, countless days at Dollywood, Boston, Marco Island, annual visits to Pawleys Island, Rupp Arena, Great American Ballpark, on and on and on and on - his favorite thing EVER may very well be the thing he did tonite. Tonite, he attended a Sock Hop. Yes. THAT kind of a Sock Hop. 
Hosted by HCA's sophomore class, which is trying to raise money for a trip to the Creation Museum, the Sock Hop has been circled on Jones's calendar, since the upperclassmen visited the kindergarteners on the playground. The big kids asked the littler ones if they'd be interested in coming. I picked Jones up that day, and the first thing he said to me was, "Mama, would you like to come back to my school NOT for school but to DANCE?" He was so fired up about the idea. It was the first thing he mentioned to Freddie when he got in the car, too, and he told his daddy when we called to check in, as well. He also told his Catechism teachers. Suffice it to say, he was more than ready when the nite finally came. 
We showed up to the dance, and as I took some pictures beforehand, it was like his new jean jacket - which he loves, by the way - took on a life of its own. It suddenly became a leading character in the play of the nite. I was cracking up at how naturally he knew how to manipulate it. Jeremy and I had planned a "date nite" with Freddie. Jones didn't want us to leave, though, until his buddies Noel and Josiah (Mrs. Clackett's children) got there, so we waited, and as soon as they arrived, we took off, landing at Snappy's in Maggie Valley.
When we got back, we were treated to a vision of Jones, dancing all by himself in a corner of the dance floor. He was shaking his hips, like his daddy had told him to before we left for dinner, but when the music took over, he busted out moves I have never seen him do before. It.was.spectacular. I have honestly never seen him enjoy anything more than he did this dance.
As I walked out to the car, Jones danced in front of me, still feeling the beat of the music in the next room. With those limber legs and unconventional moves, there's a chance we've got a baby Bob Fosse on our hands.
Regardless, it was one of the most thrilling things of my life to see my baby boy doing something he loves so much.
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