Uncle Terry invited us to come to this year's annual Daddy-Daughter dance at his place of employment. What follows is my photographic essay of the evening. It was a fun time, and while it might not have made a lot of sense to a 22 month old toddler, I think she had a fun time and would gladly do it again every night.
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| First thing: get fueled up with sherbet punch |
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| Next: stuff that cake in as fast as possible in case Dad tries to get some |
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| Obviously everyone is playing a game called "Jump on the moving lights" and I am awesome at it |
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| Winning |
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| Take a break for some Arts & Crafts. Bedazzle the Hell out of this frame. |
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| Music stopped and Dad is trying to make me leave. WTF |
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