June
They'll let me take you to the Junior Prom
"I thought it was sweet of Jonas to ask us for permission to take Judith to the Junior Prom," Lois remarks as she slips into her dress.
"I guess," a wistful look in his eyes as he adjusts his tie.
She looks over at him. "What's with the sad look?"
"Huh?" turning to look over at his wife.
"You seem sad all of a sudden," walking over to stand behind him; her arms wrapping around his waist. "What's wrong?"
"I just can't believe our daughter is old enough to even go to a Junior Prom," sighing a little.
"I know," resting her chin on his shoulder. "Do you know what I can't believe?"
"No. What can't you believe?" looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"I can't believe that you volunteered us to be chaperones along with Oliver and Dinah," cocking one eyebrow.
"I know," still adjusting his tie.
"Why do you feel the need to be so overprotective of Judith anyway? Don't you trust her?" she asks him.
"I do trust her," he declares.
"Is it Jonas you don't trust?" she asks next.
"It's not that I don't trust him. It's just that the apple doesn't always fall far from the tree," he admits.
"I see," a thoughtful expression on her face. "He may be like his father in some ways, but he's not as cocky as Oliver can be sometimes."
"That's true," turning around in her arms to gaze directly into her eyes. "I honestly don't know how Dinah puts up with him sometimes."
"Don't you worry about Dinah," smiling up at him. "She'll tell him where to go if he gets out of line," reaching up on tiptoes to softly press her lips against his.
"Umm," both their eyes closing as they continue to kiss.
"Do we really have to go?" he murmurs as his hands glide down her back.
"You volunteered us, remember?" pulling her lips away.
"Right," a small frown on his face. Then a smile slowly forms on his face.
She looks at him curiously. "You're up to something," she gently accuses him.
"I was just thinking that we could sneak out at some point," arching his eyebrows.
"Sneak out, huh?" a lilt in her voice. "And do what?" pretending to not know what he's implying.
"You know damn well what," pulling her flush against him.
"So that's the real reason you volunteered us? You have some schoolboy fantasy about sneaking into the girls locker room and making out with a pretty girl?"
"Not just a pretty girl," he replies. "A drop-dead gorgeous woman," his hands moving down to squeeze her backside firmly.
"Now that was a good answer," smiling up at him as his lips crash down on hers...
Coming up next: July
CALENDAR GIRL - NEIL SEDAKA
I love, I love, I love my calendar girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calendar girl
Each and every day of the year
(January) You start the year off fine
(February) You're my little valentine
(March) I'm gonna march you down the aisle
(April) You're the Easter Bunny when you smile
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(May) Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June) They'll let me take you to the Junior Prom
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
(August) When you're on the beach you steal the show
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(September) Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
(November) I'll give thanks that you belong to me
(December) You're the present 'neath my Christmas tree
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year