"I thought we had an agreement."
"Agreement on what?" I asked dad as I checked out my outfit in the mirror.
"On this." He held up a little onesie that had wording on it.
"Whose is that?"
"Yours."
I read what the little shirt said, "I'm not allowed to date ever. Dad, how old was I when I wore that?"
"You were two days old."
"Yeah...we didn't agree on that. You did."
"No we agreed. You made a little sound when I held it up for you to wear." He said re-enacting the sound I did.
"MOOOOOM!" I yelled as I mom came into my room with the laundry placing it down on the floor.
"Why are you yelling for me? You should be getting ready for your first date."
"She's not going on a date."
"That's why I called for you. Daddy and my 2 day old onesie is at it again. He's saying I can't go because we had an agreement that I didn't agree on. Then he did the sound I did as a baby."
"Sam, baby you and that little onesie it has to stop. Jenny is 15 years old now. She's going out with Jasphur and his parents so it's not like they'll be alone."
"I don't care. I'm not allowing her to go on this date.."
"She's going."
"She's not."
"She's going."
"She's not."
"She's going..."
"Not..."
"Doorbell..." I said as they continued to go back and forth over if I'm going or not on this date.
"...no it's too soon give it another two years."
"Doorbell."
"Sam you didn't act out this much with Abby when she went on her first date."
"I was normal when Abby had her's. She's not."
"Doorbell."
"She's not going." Was the last thing I heard as I left my room. This was going on for the longest time that they didn't even hear the doorbell rang. I headed downstairs to greet Jasphur. "Okay mom and dad I'm going on my date." I yelled to no response.
"Hey. I thought I was going to meet your mom and dad again before we head out with my folks."
"Um...they're busy."
"Doing what?" He asked smiling.
"You don't want to know and no it's not that. Let's go."
Meanwhile...
"She's...Where's Jenny?" I asked.
"She left to go on her date."
"Mercedes why didn't tell me." Sam said running out of the room with me on his heels.
"Where are you going?"
He was reaching for his keys and jacket.
"I'm going out for a drive."
"No you not. You're going out to spy on your daughter's date. She's fine."
"That's what you think." Sam said closing the door and dialing Puck's number. "Hey Puck want to go spy on your niece no she's having her first date tonight. Yup. Look. I'll be there in 15 minutes be ready."
He said putting his phone away and pulling out of the driveway. 15 minutes he was outside of Puck's house and they were off to the movie theater.
"So, do you know this guy?"
"No I only met him once and he was leaving my house when I was coming in so I didn't have a chance to size him up."
"Okay. How do you know what movie theater she's at?"
"I got Artie to put a GPS on her phone. I know where my baby girl is at, at all times."
"Does Mercedes know?"
"Look, if Mercedes knew that I put that on my daughter's phone I wouldn't hear the last of it besides she distracted me letting Jenny slip out without telling me." We pulled up to the movie theater and I spotted Jenny and Jasphur with his parents in line. "There they go."
"How are we going to know what movie they going to see?"
"Jenny said they were going to see some comedy movie."
"Scary Movie First Phase?"
"Yeah. Let's go buy our tickets and stay out of sight. Don't want Jenny to spot you or I."
A few hours later...
"I enjoyed our date."
"I did too despite the fact that my dad and uncle were lurking about."
"I wondered who that guy was. Want go on another date?"
"I would love to but let's just make it a study date at the library and then we can ditch your parents too."
"I agree and your dad and uncle. I love you, Jenny."
"I love you too Jasphur."
"I would love to give you a kiss but the parentals are..."
"I know. I know. I'll see you at school on Monday."
"I'll be there."
Jasphur took my keys and opened the door for me I gave him a hug and I waited until he was in the truck before I closed the door. I turned around and there was mom sitting on the couch watching "The Golden Girls."
"What are you doing up mom?"
"Waiting for you. How as your date?"
"It was fun."
"That's good."
"Where's dad?" I asked taking off my shoes and putting them in the closet.
"Driving around calming himself down."
"That bad."
"Just a little. Come over here sit." She said as I joined her on the couch and got under her blanket.
"Is daddy acting like this because I'm the baby?"
"And only girl left in the house he still remembers you as the little 2 day old infant in that onesie which you wore a few times but yeah. It's like you were a infant yesterday, toddler, pre-school, first and fifth grade and now your a sophomore time flies. I miss the days when I could hold you in my arms and I could calm you down with just holding you close and singing you to sleep or watching you poke out the bottom lip of yours to have your way." I laughed "You find it funny."
"Yeah, poking of the lip it's an art form. No one did it like me."
"You got that right. You know how many times you got your dad to do something because of you poking your lip."
"No. I lost count after the first one." Mom laughed too.
"You're growing up and daddy is just very much over protective."
"I know. I spotted him and Uncle Puck at the movie theater."
"Hell to the no."
"Hell to the yeah."
