MY SON’S FIRST (DATE)

Tonight was a milestone in the Lemonaid household.  Husband scored two Lady Gaga tickets for me to invite anyone I wanted. The decision was easy.  He is nearly 8 years old and has rockin dance moves.  Most importantly, he is my son.  Alerted only a few days earlier, my son had been bragging to his friends ever since.  He had never been to a concert and I was thrilled to be his date.  I could only hope that his Gaga concert date with Mom would be a fond memory like my first concert circa 1985 of Howard Jones.  Sporting a new pair of black skinny jeans, he topped his look with a leather jacket, black loafers, and Kanye West sunglasses.  Could you die?  When he cruised down the stairs and said he was ready, my heart melted.  My baby looked so handsome and grown up.  I could see the years ahead on fast forward.  At the concert, as good as Gaga was, I could not keep my eyes off of my little man as his little body grooved to the beat -while he covered his already ear-plugged ears.  P.S. There were tons of kids at the Monster Ball tonight.