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Home Coming.

It was Lauren's school's Homecoming dance on Saturday night.
I have never really understood what that meant when I have heard others refer to "Homecoming".
Well, it is a bit like the school prom.
The girls all wear their nice dresses, the boys wear tuxedos and everyone has a brilliant time.
She met up with a bunch of her friends at a pizza restaurant before they went to the dance.
We didn't know until later that she had a date for the evening.
Juan.
She showed me a photo of him when she got home, and very handsome he is too.
He has dark hair and moustache and looked a lot like Zorro.
Apparently they were about to have their second slow dance of the evening when Juan's mum said he had to go home.
It was 9 o'clock.
Poor Juan.
Lauren tells me that Mexican mums are rather strict.

Lauren was so impressed by this dance.  She said that when she had her school prom in Ashford, only about 50 kids showed up, many of them were not even dressed properly.
Here it is a really big deal.
She said there were about 500 kids at the Homecoming dance, all the boys wore tux's and she loved that they were complimenting each other on their choice of bow tie.
How civilised.
Their mobile phones were taken from them by teachers when they arrived.  They were attached to their id's and were returned to them when they left.
No sitting at staring at phones all night then.  What a brill idea.
She was bubbling over with excitement when she came home and can't wait for the next one.
Homecoming dance is something to do with returning to school after the summer break and all the sports teams.  I am still not entirely clear.

Sunday we had to take part in Donna's experiment.
She labelled jars of baby food  1 to 6.
We then had to hold our noses while she dished out a spoonful of each one to us.
We then had to make a guess as to what flavour each one was.
Some of us were better than others.
Some of us made a huge fuss over the tastes being yukky.
One of us made an even bigger fuss than you can imagine.

I will admit that some of the tastes were pretty disgusting but I just ate mine.
I was also pretty pants at guessing what they were.
Lauren made something of a fuss but Philip made the biggest to-do of all.  He even refused to actually eat the stuff but spat each spoonful out into a napkin.
What a wuss.
I thought afterwards that it was only those among us who had spent a number of years on the other end of a spoon, trying to prise open a baby's gob, maneuvre the delicious offering into the orifice only to have it spat back out again, which in turn causes us to consider the heat of said food and have to sample the delights ourselves to be sure of its palatability - only those people with this experience didn't make a palaver out of it.
Only when you have played, choo-choos, airplanes and motor cars in an effort to get sustenance into that little tunnel, while that little pink tongue tries to thwart your every futile endeavor, do you find no terrors in tasting a little on a spoon.
Whereas, those among us who have never experienced these adventures in child nourishment, made more fuss than a baby does.
Still, it did cause a number laughs when laughs were needed.
We all concurred that strained peas, strained carrots and strained runner beans are bloody disgusting, but apples, mangoes and bananas aren't too bad.

Petal the Possum has been finishing off the left overs and she needs no encouragement at all to scoff the lot.

posted by Sue Banks @ 3:26 PM