"So, did you have fun tonight?" Dad looked up from his game when I walked in. His head suddenly snapped back to the television as the figures started running. "Go, go, go! Touchdown!" he shouted, raising his arms.
I smirked, halfway expecting him to break into a happy dance. "Yeah, I had fun."
"Good." Mom kissed my cheek as she handed me a glass of iced tea. "You'll have to forgive your father. He's been looking forward to this game all week."
"No problem." I held up my dress, giving her a sly smile. "Would you like to see?"
"Yes, of course! But I'd rather see it on." She raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you go upstairs and try it on?"
"How about tomorrow?" I asked, letting out a huge yawn. "I'm kind of tired."
Mom gently rubbed my shoulders, walking me toward the stairs. "That's okay, dear. Go on upstairs and get some sleep—plan on sleeping in late in the morning. You don't have anything planned. Do you?"
