But the night wasn't perfect. Which I think is great. Perfect doesn't make memories. After running a little late but finally making it to the restaurant in time for his reservation, Stepson places a frantic cell phone call to Beloved.
Stepson: Hey Dad! How would you like to be the coolest dad in the whole world?
Beloved: Well, that depends. What do I have to do to become the coolest dad?
Stepson: Bring me the prom tickets I left in my car back at the house? I just realized I didn't have the tickets with me. Could you bring them up to the restaraunt so we don't run late to the dance?
Beloved: Well, considering we're now a half hour up the road on our way to dinner, I don't think I can do that.
Stepson: Oh, mannnnn. . . .
Luckily for Stepson, his older brother did the hero duty and searched his backpack to find the tickets and then delivered them to him and his lovely date at the restaurant.
It reminded me of my first "real" date with a boy in high school. First time I got picked up by a boy from my house and taken out to dinner and a movie. Burger King then the early show. Only he forgot his wallet at home and I paid for dinner and the movie. He was mortally embarrassed.