Tell me everything.

Don’t leave out the tiniest details

I want to hear your story, my dear.

Oh, mother, it’s so boring

And you’d never believe me anyway.

Yes, yes, I would.

I promise I’ll listen carefully

Memorizing every little description

Every thought, my dear.

Okay. Hear goes.

Mother, you know I’ve been interested

In Daniel Peters for a long, long time.

Oh, I remember!

You met in kindergarten.

Didn’t he build you a sandcastle?

Please, Mother, don’t distract me

So, the Sadie Hawkins dance is in two weeks.

You asked him, didn’t you?

Mother, just listen for once.

I wanted to ask Daniel

But he’s been dating Sharon Yeats

She’s not half as pretty as you.

Or not even close to as smart as you.

Mother, let me explain.

Anyway, I kept my eye on Daniel,

Looking for clues.

Sharon never ate lunch with him.

He never walked her to class

Or carried her books

.

So, did you ask him?

Please, please, Mother, listen, will you?

Everyone makes a big production

Standing up in the cafeteria

Holding signs and asking…hoping

I got brave

Made a huge sign

Walked up to the microphone

And said, “Daniel Peters,

Will you be my date?”

He said yes, I just know it!

Mother, you’re so wrong.

Everyone started laughing.

My cheeks got hot.

Tears formed in my eyes

Where does he live?

I’m going to go talk to him

.

No, mother, don’t do that.

Let me finish my story.

As I was walking away,

Just before I left the building,

Someone grabbed my arm.

I turned around, angry,

Ready to say something snarky,

But it was Daniel

.

I knew he’d come through!

Mother, no you didn’t

Because I didn’t.

He smiled, then whispered

His feelings in my ear.

So now I need a new dress

And a boutonniere

Let’s go, right now.

Where, Mother?

Shopping.